Ambrose laughed, she would have to pick something that would be opposite to him. Oh well. The word spoke to him about Buffy. "Alright, that will be your word."
He couldn't help but smile as he took his shirt off then walked over to the bed and sat down. Scooting himself over he took the straps and laid down, judging where the slats in the head bored where.
"Alight, now you tie my hand to the head bored, I will tell you if they are too tight or too lose, then we will go over a couple ground rules."