So many thoughts went through Zach's mind as he prepared for and bustled about before going to Terrence's room for the start of the plan on Goldstein that even some of Zach's plans fell away for a while. He did not have to think of those mind games, and those he found harder because they were just him - no T to ask advice from when he wasn't sure about things. Perhaps he would read up on psychology, to get better at the dealing with his servant and the plan that entailed.
But no, no time for that. Handcuffs tucked safely away in his robes, Zachary made his way quickly and even a couple minutes early to Terrence's room. Door was open - Anthony Goldstein didn't get any password, he noted with pride. And Zach had seen no sign of him on the way over. But it was early, and somehow Zach did not foresee someone arriving early for unknown activities doubtful to be fun for them. But then, Goldstein didn't entirely sound like he was coming.
His eyes rose to the contraption Terrence had made. Though he could only guess at some of the magic, it was ingenuous. "Amazing," he noted about the set up as he came in, pulling out the two sets of handcuffs in perfect condition. He had never been able to use them, yet.