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The enticing fragrance of a good home-cooked meal wafts lovingly from the rectory's small kitchen. What does one make for a world-famous detective who's visiting to help defend you against an overzealous grifter and his overstuffed lawyer? Jud had settled on a recipe from the sole recipe book he owns, and is currently pre-cooking some generously sized lamb and pistachio patties. As he considers the homemade yoghurt sauce sitting in the refrigerator, he suddenly panics. Blanc will undoubtedly bring a bottle of whisky as he always does, something peat-forward. Jud may not know what "peat" actually is, but he certainly knows it when he tastes it. That is absolutely going to clash with the meal he's cooking. What on Earth was he thinking? He totally should have predicted this, oh God this whole night is already ruined.
The doorbell rings, not unexpectedly but surprising enough that he feels his stomach drop down to his sneakers.
"Just a second!" He calls out, hoping Blanc will be able to hear him across the living room. He removes the last few cooked patties from the pan and turns off the heat before going to greet his guest.
The front door opens to reveal Benoit Blanc standing bathed in the warm glow of the porch light.
"Good evening, Father!" He says cheerily, taking off his hat.
"Hi, Blanc. Please come on in!" He stands aside, automatically moving to take the older man's coat. The almost-silken fabric feels soothing under his fingers as he hangs it on a nearby hook. When Jud turns back to him, he half-laughs awkwardly before saying "Hi." again. The detective laughs good-naturedly and returns the greeting, before putting an end the silly tension with a hug.
Jud can feel all of his stress melting away in his strong embrace. Like he always does.
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Jud was half-right. Blanc had brought a very peat-y whisky, something Scottish that was well out of his priestly tax bracket, but had also packed a nice bottle of white wine. They opened it with their dinner (which Blanc had complimented highly, and Jud truly believes he meant it), and were still discussing by the time they unsealed the cork on the whisky.
"Now close your eyes, son. Tell me what you can taste."
"White wine."
"No!" Blanc was using the final glass of wine to attempt to teach him about the qualities of wine. He'd taken off his suit jacket when he sat down to eat, and was now rolling up his shirt sleeves as if this action alone will help his friend be able to comprehend tasting notes more easily. "Try again. Think about that scene in that children's film with the French rat and that fancy eatery."
"Ratatouille?"
"If you say so. Remember when that talking rodent started hallucinating all them colours about the cheese?"
"Uhh, I guess so?"
"Think about that. Now, close your eyes and try again. Really taste it. Become the rat."
Jud tries very hard to not spit out the wine laughing. "It's, ahh, sharp?"
"Yes! And?"
"And… tangy?"
"Now we're cooking with gas! What can you taste that makes it feel sharp and tangy?" Blanc's rubbing his hands together with excitement.
"Like what?"
"Oh you know, fruits, spices, anything at all!"
"Um… Grapes?"
"No!" Okay, Jud had done that on purpose to rile Blanc up. He's found little to be quite as funny as pushing the detective's buttons. But he was also making his way to the bottom of his fourth glass of wine in less than two hours, so surely he could be forgiven for his palate being less sensitive. He's not sure he'd be any better sober, though. "Ooh-de-lally, son, how do you not know any of this?
"Have you ever taken a wine course, Blanc?"
"Oh, once upon a time. Just for a bit of fun. But simply having a sommelier certification and using it regularly are two very different things."
"That is a totally unfair advantage!" Jud protests.
"It's not like we're competing here, son, I'm just trying to teach you."
"And how are you doing so far?" Jud cocks his head to the side and grins cheekily.
"It would help if you were paying a little more attention." Blanc says in a tone that is well on its way to chastising. Jud would love to be paying more attention. He's sure that being able to discuss the tasting notes of wine would make him a more cultured and interesting person. However, he has had nearly four glasses of wine now, as previously established, as well as a glass-and-a-bit of whisky. To make things even harder, ahem, Blanc's chosen to wear a dark chocolate-brown suit with dainty pin-striping details. It's the darkest colour suit he's ever seen the fashionable other man wear and Jud's completely taken by the way it complements Blanc's features. On top of that, whenever he leans back in his chair the hem of his vest rides up to reveal the way that his navy blue dress shirt is becoming looser from its neat tuck into his slacks. If that all wasn't bad enough, Jud can see the light glinting off of the clips of his suspenders where they sit along his waist. The frosted vertical lines of the glass sliding doors behind him all seem to be guiding Jud's eyes further and further down the detective's body. Does Blanc not understand how much of a distraction he naturally is? He hasn't been able to pay full attention since the minute he crossed the threshold.
"Sorry, what?" He jokes in an attempt to divert Blanc's attention. Blanc laughs, but Jud knows that his attempt wasn't successful, and Blanc knows that Jud knows. That son of a bitch never misses a thing (sorry God).
"Oh come now. Humour me, son. Just try one more time. Please?" Jud makes a show of rolling his eyes at this request, but follows along anyway. He can never say no to him these days.
"Okay. Umm… It's kind of… apricot-y? Maybe peach?" Jud peeked out at his tutor and found him beaming with pride.
"Yes! Yes, you're right on the money there! This is an Australian chardonnay, in a warmer climate like that you do tend to get that stone fruit note on the palate. Excellent catch there, son." He shouts joyfully, all but jumping up out of his chair. "What are you laughing for?"
Jud hadn't even realised he was laughing, but as usual Blanc was right. He didn't mean it cruelly, it was an unconscious act of complete endearment. "I don't know. This is just nice. You're cute when you're passionate about something." Shit. "Um, I-I mean, it's uhh, it's nice to see you passionate about something. Y'know?"
"I'm not sure I do know." There's a beat of silence while Blanc is seemingly gathering his thoughts, "I think you were being more truthful the first time around."
"I never lie, Blanc." His face is beginning to sting with a blush that he's uselessly hoping will go away.
"No, but you have been known to omit certain details to save a person or two from embarrassment. Do you find me 'cute', Father Jud?" Blanc leans forwards to rest his elbows on his knees, and his steely gaze seems to burn a pinhole straight through Jud. He can feel his neck and ears also now heating up with the fire emanating outwards from this entry wound, set fully ablaze when it meets in the middle at his crimson cheeks.
"Um, c-cute isn't exactly the word I would u-use." He stammers. Rock, meet hard place.
"What is the word you would use?" Blanc raises an eyebrow at him, but he doesn't seem all that earnest in his curiosity. Like he already knows.
"I dunno." He tries to shrink into the seat, but the stiff wooden back prevents him from being swallowed up into the shadows.
"I don't buy that one bit and neither, I think, do you. But alright, I'll play along. I'll even go first. Cute is definitely a word I'd use to describe you." Blanc sits up, almost puffing out his chest. He can hear Jud squeak ever so slightly, the blush now raging like wildfire throughout his body. "Especially when you're all flustered like you are now. You'll forgive my impertinence, boy, but I just thrill whenever I see you get all shy and embarrassed."
Jud Duplenticy is going to die right here, right now.
"You're very pretty too. I like seeing the little twinkle in your eyes whenever you look up at me from below. Can't help but let my mind wander whenever that happens. And boy, do you seem to find every possible chance to kneel at my feet, don't you?" Blanc pushes off his chair and uses a single leg to push Jud's seat around to face him rather than the table.
Jud spoke too soon. Now he's really going to die. One leg?! How strong is this man?! His heart can only beat as quickly as it is for so long before it gives out, Jud reasons. A large hand tilts his chin up, forcing him to meet Blanc's hardened stare.
"Well, son, I think it's your turn now." Blanc says lowly.
"Um…" Jud gulps. "Shit…" He tries to take a deep breath, but everything comes spilling out before he can, "You're so fucking sexy. Everything you do drives me crazy and you don't even seem to try. The way your suits are perfectly cut to fit you, the way your eyes seem to look straight through me to my innermost thoughts, the way you boss me around like it's the most natural thing in the world to you. I can't help but think the most lascivious thoughts when you're close to me. Even just your cologne makes my head swoop. And God help me, I-I don't feel nearly as close to as ashamed as I should."
"Good boy. Thank you for telling me." The praise goes straight down to Jud's south, and he shifts awkwardly in his seat. Of course Blanc notices. "Aww, you don't have to hide from me, son."
"I don't think I could." Jud replies breathlessly.
"Nope. I always get what I want, one way or another." He begins leaning down when he starts talking, and is nearly brushing noses with Jud by the time he's done. "I want to kiss you. May I?"
"Y-yes please."
"Ohh, such good manners." Blanc tuts before closing the gap between Jud's plush lips and his own. The first few kisses are gentle, a caring hand testing the temperature of a bath that's been run for another. Very soon, Jud's whining and squirming against the solid chair below him, and Blanc's hand is only getting tighter around his chin. The detective takes this as his sign to deepen the kiss, nipping at the younger man's lips until he cries out.
Benoit's free hand grabs hold of the front of his black button up, pulling Jud to his feet. While not the intention, this works wonders to subtly alleviate the pain beginning to shoot through his back. Benoit moves his hand to cup the back of Jud's neck, holding him fast against his lips. Despite the height difference tipping in his favour, Jud still feels so small being pulled around by Blanc as he pleased. He can feel the older man moving them both somewhere, but he's not certain of the destination until he can feel the back of the couch brushing against his legs. He leans into it, letting his hands stabilise him by taking hold of the frame. The next thing he feels is Blanc's hand palming the younger man's erection through his pants, making him gasp loudly.
"Want some help there, baby boy?" Benoit whispers directly into his ear before biting down on his earlobe. His free hand falls from his nape to hold onto the couch behind them.
"Uh-huh." Comes the panting reply.
"Ask me nicely."
"Pleeeease." Jud whines high and feminine, making Blanc groan into his ear. The older man's hand moves up to work on undoing his belt and pants, but stops short of pulling them down. Rather, he lets his hand linger on the skin under the dark layers, exploring the priest's scorching lower stomach with a cool hand that sends a shiver upwards. The shiver intensifies as the hand begins to trace delicately along the waistband of his boxers.
Jud's hips have started moving of their own accord, chasing Blanc's touch despite his brain willing them to still. He can't think of anything more embarrassing right now. He's so painfully attuned to how pathetic he must seem to this worldly older man while he's bucking into his hand over this tiny bit of contact. Ever the contrarian, Blanc only seems spurred on by Jud's desperation.
"Ohhh, sweetheart. You are just too damn cute." He says lowly, grazing over the younger man's neck tattoo with his teeth. The priest lets out a whimper in response that only excites Blanc more, now nipping at the faded ink harshly. He reaches into Jud's boxers to wrap a hand around his already-painfully hard cock, setting a modest pace without undressing him any further. Quickly overwhelmed by the sensation, Jud scrambles to ground himself in any meaningful way and finds his solace in hanging onto Blanc's broad shoulders. He can feel the muscles there rippling with each movement of the detective's strong hand working him over. His other hand comes up to firmly grip the younger man's waist, holding him in place as he begins to alternate between biting harder at his neck and sucking purple marks over the bite marks.
"B-Blanc please, please don't stop doing that. I want e-everyone to know that I'm yours. I'm all yours." Whines Jud between heavy pants. He immediately feels Blanc's blunt nails sinking into his skin as his grip exponentially tightens on his waist.
"How am I meant to say no to such a polite request?" He groans in return. He moves his mouth around the pale skin above the priest's collar, catching whatever he can between his teeth. At the same time, he begins to pick up the pace and firmness of his right hand.
He soon becomes very aware of the plastic material of clerical collar chafing against his face and a wicked thought crosses his thought. A temptation that hasn't found its way into his head since he was a teenager, and certainly not one he's ever had the chance to act on. Until now.
Blanc leans down, takes the clerical collar between his teeth, and tears it off of Jud. It falls to the rug silently, any potential noise being drowned out by the non-stop whimpers tumbling out of the priest it came from. Blanc takes a beat to watch the pleasure sweeping across Jud's handsome face before attacking his now-magenta throat again.
After less time than he's sure the younger man would care to admit, he can hear how Jud's breathing has sped up and feel the way all of his muscles are now trembling beneath his touch.
"Ahhh, Blanc, please, you gotta - I'm gonna… Oh shit! Let up a little, please." Jud's gasping for air with every stroke and red as a cardinal with the realisation that he is rapidly approaching the edge.
"Do you really want me to do that, sweetheart?" Blanc murmurs without letting up from his neck. Jud moans as the vibrations echo through the very sensitive skin and across his torso.
"I'm-hah-I don't know. It feels so good, oh my God, oh fuck, please I'm so close, shit, I don't w-wanna come so soon." Blanc looks up with some level of disbelief on his face. He's met with a ridiculously adorable puppy dog face, his large hazel eyes misty as he stares down at Blanc.
"What's wrong, baby boy?"
"I just want to be good for you, oh ssshhit, but I'm gonna c-come really really soon if you don't s-stop…" Jud slurs through moans that he can't stop from escaping, his entire body feeling like a lit-up switchboard under Blanc's expert hand, which has yet to even slow down.
"Well, I'm not stopping unless you directly tell me to." Blanc says firmly, dropping the volume of his voice as he speaks until he's whispering, "So either you do that, which you are completely allowed to do, or you be a good boy for me now and cum all over my hand."
"Fuuuuuck!" Jud keens with the older man's words, his head falling back.
"C'mon, puppy. Do as you're told."
As ordered, Jud finally crashes over the edge with a long, drawn-out moan. His back arches sharply into Blanc's touch, ropes of cum splattering up his own stomach and staining his black button-up. He's not even dimly aware of this right now, though.
"That's the way, there you go. Aww, such a good boy for me." Blanc croons, gently stroking him through his orgasm. Jud lets out a high-pitched sigh and buries his head in Blanc's shoulder as he finally eases up on his cock.
"How do you feel, baby?" He asks into the soft curls atop Jud's head before pressing a gentle kiss into them. He hears a sound that vaguely resembles "so good", muffled by his shoulder and the layers of fabric covering it.
"Do you want to keep going?" The curls nod up and down. "You ever use the traffic light system before, darling?" The curls shake from side to side. "Green for going good, orange for slow down or pause, and red for immediate stop. Can you give me a colour, sweet thing?"
"Ghreeb." Comes the still-muffled reply.
"What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you." Jud lifts his head up but stays slouched over so he's still looking up at Blanc. The detective smirks to himself, but chooses not to comment right now.
"Green. Please, anything you want." Jud's hazel eyes are completely glazed over and the shockingly red blush has dampened to a more permanent pink hue. Without really thinking, Blanc leans down and kisses him on his nose.
"Take off your shirt. Then, I want you to bend over the back of the couch here. I just gotta grab something out of my car, okay? I'll be back in a flash."
It takes Jud a second to figure out which way he meant to bend over, and when he does realise, he's suddenly very grateful that Blanc wasn't in the room to witness that. When Blanc comes back in holding a thick canvas tote, he's greeted to a sight he's pictured so many times. It's somehow even more enticing than he ever imagined though, and he takes a second to appreciate the picturesque silhouette created just for him. Jud with his ass in the air, back arched gracefully, and looking up at him like he's the only thing in the universe that matters. His hands are bracing his lithe body on the seat of the couch and his legs are tantalisingly spread. The only source of light is the cozy glow of the kitchen, partially obscured by one of the frosted glass doors, which creates a soft halo around Jud as he stares back at Blanc. His usually-carefully combed curls are beginning to fall across his eyes.
Blanc runs his hand over one of the globes of the younger man's ass, tracing a path down the back and inside of his thigh. He can see how a current of electricity sparkles up Jud's spine at his touch, still overly sensitive from his orgasm.
"When was the last time you came before today, baby?"
"Ahh… um, I'm not sure. It's ahh, been a few y-years." Jud replies airily.
"Good grief, boy. I simply don't know how you managed to resist." The way that the priest starts at his comment makes Blanc want to keep tugging at this particular string, just to see where it goes. "I bet it was difficult, hm? I can just picture you up in your room, all alone at night, just so fucking hard in your pyjama pants and desperate to relieve yourself. But you're not allowed to, isn't that the rules?" He watches like a hawk as Jud whimpers and hangs his head, almost as if he's trying to hide his head in the couch pillows.
"It, um, got more difficult after I met you." Jud mumbles so quietly that Blanc almost doesn't hear him.
"Oh did it now? Tell me about that." Blanc purrs, beginning to slowly peel Jud's bottom layers down to his knees.
"What do you want me to say? You showed up out of the clear blue sky, promised to save me from damnation, and then manhandled and ordered me around for three straight days. How was I supposed to ever get that out of my mind?"
"I think the mistake you're making here is assuming I ever intended for you to stop thinking about me." He gives an exploratory little smack on Jud's ass and groans at the way it gives with the impact. "Keep talking, darling boy. How did I make it difficult for you to resist touching yourself?"
"Hhhhhng, do you have to say it like that?" He whines in a particularly pitiful way, arching further back into Blanc's front.
"Well?"
"Well, um, you'd say these little things here and there. I wasn't sure if you'd mean them to sound… the way that they did… Or you'd tell me to do something really firmly, and I would keep hearing all of it in my head over and over again. Kept imagining you saying them to me in, ah, other contexts."
"Like this one now?"
"Yes sir." That earns him a much harder smack on the ass, making Jud cry out.
"And you never gave into the temptation?"
"No, I didn't. I was always kinda hoping, oh shit, that something like t-this would happen."
"You must have the patience of a saint, dear-heart, waiting months just in case I decided to bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you stupid."
"B-Blanc!" The embarrassment in Jud's voice is just so tantalising for Blanc to not take every opportunity to hear it.
"That's what I assume you want?"
Jud drops his upper body far enough down that he can rest his elbows on the seat of the couch while he buries his face in his hands with a high-pitched whine. Blanc raises a curious eyebrow and smacks his ass again, lower this time. He hears a noise that sounds somewhat like a word being spoken into the palm of a hand.
"Use your words, boy. Or am I just gonna have to teach you a lesson? You had such good manners before."
"'M sorry…" Comes the muffled apology, still partially obscured by the hands that have only been lowered slightly.
"…Keep still a minute. Don't move unless I tell you to." Blanc says sternly, and the priest hums in acknowledgement. He unhooks Jud's simple black belt from his pants and lets the trousers fall fully to the ground. True to his word, Jud makes no attempt to step out of them. Blanc appears in his vision, squatting down before the couch. He gently removes Jud's watch and places it on the coffee table.
"Clasp your hands together." Blanc orders quietly, which Jud follows without a second thought. With his pale wrists now bare, Blanc starts wrapping the worn leather of Jud's belt around them and fastens it. Jud pulls slightly, wordlessly testing the boundaries of the restraint.
"Give me a colour, honey."
"Green." He answers after considering it for a beat.
"Good boy." He presses a kiss to the tattoo adorning the younger man's forearm before returning to his place behind him. His soft, cool hands find Jud's ass again and squeeze hard enough to make him jump. "I'm gonna have to prepare you, sweetheart, is that okay? Are you ready for that?"
"Y-yes sir."
"Mmm, you can absolutely keep calling me that. Alright honey, spread your legs a little more." He says as he removes his vest and rolls up his sleeves. Blanc then produces a small bottle of lube from the tote and pours a liberal amount onto his fingers. Jud wonders to himself if he always just carries this tote in his car or if he packed it just for this trip, making a mental note to ask later.
Blanc very slowly begins to press one finger inside of the priest, who is biting his lip with the effort of trying to keep any noise in. Even though he had been quite noisy before, he's suddenly hit with a wave of self-consciousness. This is what he's wanted for so long, he's dreamed time and time again of Blanc's hands anywhere and everywhere, marking him and claiming him for his own.
But now that he's actually here though, Jud's head is spinning with how exposed and vulnerable he feels. He'd always imagined that submitting to Benoit Blanc would feel like when he submits before the cross. That comforting, familiar warmth that spreads throughout his chest. But it doesn't, not completely anyway. It feels like being flayed in a way that tingles every nerve in his body. What is the same, though, is the intoxicating calmness that washes over him as he trusts himself completely, body and soul, into the hands of another. Someone who knows what's best for him and will give him whatever he needs.
Little uncomfortable sighs soon turn into little pleasured sighs as he adjusts to the new feeling. When Blanc feels him becoming less tense under him he adds a second finger, twisting and curling them as he moves.
"That feeling good now, honey?" Blanc asks, voice as smooth as the pet name he used. His other hand is soothingly caressing Jud's lower back as he keeps fucking his fingers in and out.
"Mm-hmm." Jud hums thinly. "Green."
"Ohh, that's so obedient of you. Learning so quickly, my darling. You've been so patient, I'm gonna give you what you want now, okay?"
"Yes, please, make me yours." Jud pants out, turning around to face the other man. His navy shirt is completely untucked and somewhat askew from all of the motions, tie nowhere in sight. His suspenders are hanging at his sides, the clips still glinting in the dim light from the adjacent room. He's unbuttoned his trousers just enough to take himself out and is coating himself in the lube. Fuck, he's much bigger than Jud. His head swims slightly at the sight. He looks up at Blanc, who's focusing on his task from behind the blonde locks that have fallen across his face. As if he could feel Jud's gaze, he looks up to meet it. An amused look dances across his face.
"See something you like?" A laugh plays through Benoit's tone.
"You're so beautiful." Jud breathes out before he can stop himself. An honest-to-goodness blush appears on the detective's features as his motions falter.
"Why, thank you darling."
"I really mean it, Blanc. Just wanted to tell you." Well, in for a penny.
The detective steps forward to press his body flush against Jud's completely, and catches his lips in a passionate kiss. Jud can still taste the wine and whisky on his tongue.
If Blanc had one regret in life, it would be not recording the sound Jud made as he pushed into him. Although it was partially obscured by their kiss, it was the sweetest sound to ever hit the detective's ears.
He gradually pushes in until he's fully sheathed inside of Jud. The younger man has dropped his head until it met his hands, completely emulating the position of prayer.
"Oh my god!" He even moans out as the detective pulls almost fully out. Blanc must be the luckiest man alive.
He begins with a gentle pace, leisurely moving to make absolutely sure his partner is warmed up and comfortable. Blanc's always had a gift for reading people, but it's been a while since he's met someone who truly wears their heart on their sleeve quite as much as Jud. He feels pretty confident that he'd be able to read when he was ready for a bit more even without the symphony of blissful noises flowing from his soft lips. He speeds up accordingly, pounding harder to match as well as changing angles.
"Colour, sweet thing?"
"Gah! Ahgg, g-green. Shit! Oh shit!" Jud cries out, back arching as Blanc reaches forward and grabs a hold of his hair. The dark curls bounce around his fingers before he digs them in, tugging lightly from the scalp. "Fuck, sir, don't stop, don't stop!"
"My God, you're so damn tight, baby boy. Don't know how I could ever let you go after this." Blanc groans loudly, running slightly out of breath as he speaks. He punctuates his sentence with a hard slap to Jud's ass, soothed only by him taking a fistful of it afterwards. This hand is still a bit lubricated from before, so he isn't able to hold onto Jud's ass for too long. To make up for it, he fucks deeper and firmer into the writhing younger man. He watches as Jud's forearms move erratically, seemingly forgetting that his wrists are bound together and wanting to move on instinct. His fingers are flexing against each other, seeking anything to ground himself against the overwhelming pleasure rippling throughout his body.
"You're going to cum again soon, aren't you darling?"
"Fuuuuuck," whines the priest, "how'd you - ah! Shit!!"
"Aww, puppy, it's my job to know people. And you are one of the most, *huff*, fascinating people I've ever met." Jud's whines and moans pitch higher as Blanc adjusts his angle again.
"Blanc, sir, please." Jud begs, turning around to face the older man once again as much as he's physically capable.
"Ohh, I found the good spot, huh? What do you think might happen if I keep hitting it. Over. And. Over. Again?" Blanc's hammering Jud's prostate now, homing in with every stroke. He also reaches around the pale body below to wrap his hand around his dick again, the sheer force of his thrusts pushing it in and out of his firm grasp.
"Go on, show me. Show me how well you cum on my cock." Before Blanc can even finish his sentence, Jud's wailing as a second, more powerful orgasm tears through him. Blanc doesn't slow down, though, instead picking up his pace to a frantic level that has Jud crying out in overstimulation. Just as it becomes too much for him to handle, Blanc slams into him one last time, right up to the hilt as he cums. Jud shivers violently as he feels himself getting filled up, warming him from the inside out. Through the haze, he's pretty sure he feels himself come for a third time.
Blanc lets himself slouch over to rest against Jud's back while they both try to catch their breaths. He gingerly kisses along Jud's spine and shoulder blades as he slowly rights himself again, his own back screaming in protest. He runs an affectionate hand over the pale expanse before him, mostly flushed in patches of pink right up to his ears now. Jud's staring at the detective again with those beautifully glassy hazel eyes, just completely fucked out.
"Y'know something, baby? I've got half a mind to not let you out of those bindings."