*grins at him, more tendrils forming, gently unlocking him from the spreader-bar because he's not going anywhere anyway with the way he's being held, new tendrils immediately taking tight grips around his wrists, and around his throat*<br/><br/>Well, I think it is.<br/><br/>*smiles sweetly at Saerra, reaching a free hand over to gently run his fingers through his hair, while the tentacles take a harsh grip on Eros and force his thighs apart even further than the spreader-bar did*