Iestyn shrugged and folded his arms around himself. "Not really my cup of tea. I'd only be thinking of Krampus every time I saw it. And that is... not exactly sexy." Ugh. Imagine being forced to remember Henry's pervy relation every time something came out of the box. If anything even would. The idea of restraints was not something that appealed to Iestyn at all. Worse than picturing Krampus would be remembering twisting naked on the end of a chain every time he wanted to be loving with Henry. He didn't really want to invite that trauma into their lives any more than he could help.