Hermann considered that, drumming his fingers on the table and suddenly restless.

"Is that something you want?" He could see tying Newton to the headboard and leaving him for an undetermined amount of time to suffer the sweetest torment, leave him suspended in anticipation and uncertainty. "Because that could be arranged."

Though at first glance, it didn't seem to be a good idea. Newton's underlying worries about abandonment- but perhaps marriage had tempered them somewhat? Perhaps he simply trusted he'd return?

"Though tonight of course, I'm just going to take you to the hotel and ravish you there."