Buffy smiled, laughing slightly at the word too. She was growing more and more comfortable with the idea of this. She wasn't cured of all nervousness, but it was a start. She was visibly starting to relax.
She waited for Ambrose to position himself on the bed before making her way over to it. She was very familiar with bindings of various types. Escape lessons had been part of her training, and there had been that one time a hunting party had nearly caught her and thought they'd tied to ropes tight enough... But that wasn't what was on her mind then and there. One look at Ambrose on the bed was enough to dissipate that line of thought.
Buffy sat down on the bed before drawing her legs up onto it and sort of slowly crawling to a position where she could wrap the straps around his wrists and start fastening them to the bed. Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders, brushing against his bare skin as she worked, securing them tightly enough for what she gauged his strength to be but not overly or painfully so.
"Is that good?" she asked, unable to stop her voice from sounding slightly seductive no matter how honest the question was.