It doesn’t take long for him to sort out the seat, and a genius mind’s at work with the others. God, it’s been a while, he thinks again as he motions to unbutton his shirt a little more, walking around, looking as if to see where best to begin.
There’s usually something here — tools and toys for a more curious mind — aha. He has to try to find a little humour in the idea that they have handcuffs.
"Yeah, neat — so, just how adventurous are you?" He asks as he shows the man the cuffs and inclines his head over to the bedposts.
Arthur turns with two glasses in hand, his face going blank with shock as he processes the scene. He’s a step behind Tony’s think, but only a step, and it only takes a moment to catch up, his eyes trailing from the bedposts to the handcuffs clearly made of metal in Tony’s hand. He walks in close, trading the second glass for the handcuffs with a look of surprise and awe.
"For me, or you?" He’s already slipped the second magnet on the thicker part of the cuffs where it meets the chain.
He laughs at the expression, but the man picks up quick, as per usual. He takes the glass, his eyes meeting Arthur’s as he drinks.
"I’m a willing and very much able participant." He grins as he finishes the drink quick, puts the glass on the bedside table and sits on the bed, his back against the backboard.
m8 i will rek u so hard ur gonna have 2 go on compo. c’mover this arvo and fite me ya bogan.