He could tell by her attitude that her motions weren't hostile. Still, he needed to limit her freedom so she wouldn't get any ideas. His head favored one side when she started to speak again. In all honesty he liked when she tried this. Her sounds were inviting and her spirit of cooperation was encouraging. After having turned his head in the direction she pointed, he returned his eyes to her with raised, questioning brows. She was trying to be helpful, but he'd not given her the proper means to communicate. Rade wasn't sure the trade off would be worth it.<br/><br/>He didn't stop her when she let herself down on the floor, but his body shifted closer like a curious predator, following her. He grabbed her arm when she crossed the threshold from the kitchen, and gave her a warning look before he let her continue. While her legs were free, she'd need at least minimal use of her arms if she wanted to reach any speed that would be good to her. Going on her own like this meant good will or cunning. He was willing to risk it if the reward was bandages.<br/><br/>Rade had a good look of her behind in those flattering pants while she lead them to the couch. He took in the rest of the house before he saw the gaping purse she'd come in with, and its spilled of trinkets. He didn't need her for the rest, and easily took hold of her again, and folded her down on her knees first, to then let her lay on her own bound arms, face down. He snickered at her discomfort and possible frustration, and had placed her in such a way that she could see him picking up the objects.<br/><br/>First he put her phone in his pocket, and then he eyed the former contents of the bag. Nothing obviously helpful for his condition. Rade turned to her with some suspicion. He stroked her cheek and then grabbed her hair again, lifting her head closer to his. "I know I'm good company, but please don't waste my time." Intimate, but essentially volatile. When he let go he was sure her cheek would bounce painfully against the floor.<br/><br/>"Oh." He took up her hospital ID and sucked on his lower lip, sitting down. "Nurse. I see." It made more sense now. Rade leaned against the back of the couch and picked up a chap-stick to play with as he eyed her over. "I suppose you think I'm gonna let you free so you can help me out now?" his smile was pleasant, but the hardness of his eyes should be concerning to her. "Allie." he said and threw the little cylinder over his shoulder. "Come here."<br/><br/>He pulled her along by her leg, dragged her over her floor to an open space. With very little effort, he turned her and lifted her hips. It was her choice whether she wanted to support herself with her bound hands, or if she wanted to keep her head down, either way, her ass would be raised. "I'm Rade. I like a tight ship and so far that's been okay with the people around me." he started rolling her soft pants down, excited to see what kind of underwear she'd chosen for herself, and then to peel those down as well.<br/><br/>The first smack from his large hand would be painful. He was an expert punisher, and her rear was hungry for it, it seemed. "So I guess I'm asking..." he started before another slap fell on her reddening cheek. "Will you behave if I let you help me, or will I have to get rid of you, and eat your food while you rot in your bathroom?" Two more incredibly surgical claps to her ass before he sat back to wait for her answer.