Anel flexed his arms slightly in the tight ropes, hissing softly in the delightful combination of pain and pleasure as they gave not an inch and burned his pale flesh, a small shudder passing over his body before he turned as Gareth left him and tilted his head to one side. What more did the man want? He seemed to be being rather elaborate... All the better, the boy decided, smiling quite happily to himself.<br/><br/>At the comment he chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulder, even that motion being difficult due to his bondage. "It might be my job... But I might mean it with you... Maybe." He winked roguishly as his client turned back, eyeing the spreader bar with a slight expression of nerves on his features. The position he was in suddenly seemed... Awfully convenient, but he shook his head and dismissed the though; he was being paranoid because of the short questioning previously. Or so he told himself.<br/><br/>He leaned forward slightly as the somewhat tricky task of threading the sturdy bar through the crisscrossing ropes was started, biting his bottom lip as that wonderful combination of excitement and anxiety came over him. What would happen? Was he going to be hanged from somewhere?<br/><br/>Ahh, his legs. Of course. He obediently lifted a knee slightly to better allow access to the winding ropes that fastened tightly around the limb, staring upwards at the ceiling with the smallest hint of a frown on his face.<br/><br/>The more he mentally pictured the position he expect to be in, the more... Inviting it seemed, and despite his attempts to calm himself he felt the need to speak out. "I'm... Sure the betting will come to a close soon enough..." A subtle reminder; soon, but not now...<br/><br/>Again, so he thought.