Zach's eyebrow went up at where Ernie next went with it. Rather than a simple stalemate of wills - which Zacharias was quite confident he would win if it came down to it, and not just because Ernie was the servant - he was working at making a deal. Now, that was quite usually something Zach loved to do. He was a rather open person most of the time.
But of course Ernie had to have the knack to point out just the thing Zach least wanted to share with him. The blond looked at Ernie for a long moment, taking in the pretty looks. It wasn't just looks there, no. He was gaining a little, begrudgingly given, respect.
He wanted another cigarette. But Zach didn't reach for one. "Alright," Zach agreed. The deal never said anything about saying what everything in the chest was. "Handcuffs," he let the words flow over his lips smoothly, holding his tone as if that was absolutely casual and normal a thing to share. "Ropes." He just let the words hang there in the air. His heart beat faster, but Zach idn't move or tremble - nothing to show it.