[It's a soft reassurance, anyway. The confirmation, as he works, that none of it is too much, that it isn't restriction but indeed that singular act. He doesn't let himself dwell on it; if they get there, Sylvain can explain when he's comfortable doing so.

A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]

I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.