Gareth ran his fingers idly over the ropes, looking for any area where they weren't tight enough, and adjusting them accordingly. He didn't want Anel getting out, after all... he looked over his handiwork and smirked slightly as he contemplated how to finish it. He got up off of the bed, heading back over to the chest, chuckling softly at Anel's response to his last question.<br/><br/>"Such a flatterer, but I suppose that's what you get paid for, hm?" He sorted through the chest briefly, looking for something specific, casually moving toys out of it and onto the floor. "To make people feel good..."<br/><br/>Slowly Gareth drew a sturdy wooden rod from the box, smirking a bit as he looked it over. It was a spreader-bar, with attachment points on the ends of it... it suited his purposes. twirling it idly like the long rod was a cane, he returned to the bed, chuckling as he climbed up behind Anel. He threaded the bar carefully through the lattice of ropes that bound his arms, before pulling him back so that he was laying on top of them, the bar held in place by the ropes. He then climbed over Anel casually, picking up another long coil of rope, and beginning to unwind it, looking down a him with a confident grin.<br/><br/>"You will be very sore when I finally let you out of all this..." Gareth chuckled a bit, and began winding the rope around one of Anel's legs, just above his knee, his technique still being very tight, very restrictive, painfully so. "You will have lovely little rope-shaped bruises all over your skin."