Raising a brow, he offered a final tug against the fabric wrapped around the others wrists. Not enough to cut off anything vital, but still enough to keep his attention.
He made a face, however, at the olders words. Mostly because he didn't like Irene in any such way other then friendship and a sympathetic ear. Instead, he reached, shoving the other a little, encouraging him to shuffle backwards until they were close enough to his bed. Before shoving him the rest of the way. "You mean like this, Boss?" He questioned softly