The tie holds up to a thorough, if not heartfelt, attempt to pull away.

"Yep," he confirms. "You've got me, all right."

And he loves Obadiah and trusts him and it will be okay. It will be awesome.

(And he wonders, somewhere far away under all that, how many people Obadiah has tied to beds in exactly this fashion. But he does not pursue the thought, does not allow it to interfere with the pleasure of the moment.)