Zach's own mind went to Ru, straddling him, voice low as she gave him little orders and he had to force himself back in the conversation and not lost in his own thoughts. The scrap of fabric she'd tied around his wrist was still there, refashioned by twisting into something smaller and tied properly, but still very much there. "Who?" he asked, needing Reggie to speak again so as not to get lost in his own, shockingly enough, mildly lustful thoughts.