Asher nods, firmly, setting the box aside for now. He looks at Nathaniel consideringly, trying to decide just how he wants Nathaniel restrained. Kneeling, or lying down? Front, or back?

So many ways, so little time...

"Lie down, mon chat," he says at last, already reaching for leather cuffs from the box, buckling them around Nathaniel's wrists quickly and efficiently.