[ Not giving Grell a moment longer to snarl at the man, he forces her down to her knees. ]

Arms behind you. Do not make me repeat myself again.

[ That last command isn't just directed towards Grell, of course. The man looks back to the others in the room, almost as if he needs their permission to get physically involved in the show. I thought we weren't supposed to... William cuts him off. ]

I am the one directing this show. Not any of them. So, if you would like to see an ex-reaper bound and spanked, I suggest you get on with it. Honestly.

[ The perverted little imp seems rather eager now. Perhaps at William's forcefulness, perhaps that he gets to take part rather than just watching. Either way, Grell will feel the rope sliding against her skin.
Starting at the wrists, the rope braids her arms together, nice and snug. What's left of the cording circles under her arms before looping around her neck to create a snug collar and leash.

Impressed with the man's work (and fully committing how it was done to his memory) William dismisses him and rounds back to brush Grell's hair from her face. ]

And you called me jealous earlier. Honestly, I believe I rather like watching another man restrain you.