Gyrus raised an eyebrow. It seemed Zemma was getting into it too. He brought his beak tip opposite her face, and stared deeply into her eyes as he said, "On the contrary my little lunch, you taste..." His tongue flicked out from between his teeth, and licked across her muzzle. "... delicious."<br/><br/>Well, if she wanted to do the helpless damsel, he was happy to oblige, and see how far she wanted to go. He shifted back to humanoid, he'd need hands for this. He looked around for something... pillow cases! He'd pay for them, and Zemma was friends so she could smooth it over. He pulled them off the pillows, and moved back to her, pushing her gently down with a hand in the small of her backuntil she was flat to the bed. "Arms... behind your back!"<br/><br/>He pushed them together so the forearms were parallel and bound them together with a rolled up pillow case, firmly, but leaving enough give that she could pull her arms out if she really wanted to. He scooped her up in both arms like a sack of spuds, a very sexy sack of spuds and moved her round so he could get at her feet. He pulled them together and bound them up too. He paused long enough to lean down and flick his tongue across the soles of her feet before moving her back to her head-first position.<br/><br/>During all these preparations, the feeling of handling her and tying her up had been aroused him, and with her lying face forward on the bed, the evidence was very much in front of her.