“Um. Really? I — don’t know? A few hours, I think. I’m not tied very tightly … ” She looks at him with big, sad eyes. “Do you not like it?”
Mordred smiles. “Of course I do, I like it very much,” he tells her, beginning to undress. “I am just extremely tired.”
“Oh,” she says in a small voice. “I’ll just — go away, then.” She bites the end of the rope around her wrist, pulling the knot out.