*catches a glimpse of those teeth and gets his first real clue that all is not well here*
*bewildered but not ceasing his struggles, his voice rising in pitch a little* Is it an argument? We don't have to fight.
*can only think that he must have done something very, very upsetting because people don't usually tie him up and smile that way (they just cross the street when the see him coming)* *openly* I'm sorry.