He chuckles softly, whispering, "If only my creator had given me more arms.  There's so much of you to touch."  He didn't dignify her feeble strugles with a response any more than he aknowleged what seemed to him rather feeble-minded protests.  He nibbled her shoulder a moment, then offered, "You must see by now how helpless you are to resist me.  Hold still for a bit and let me show you how good it can feel to serve me.  Do this, that is, if you prefer that I not bind you so that both my hands may have a chance to explore  your delectable body."