Sasha... Sasha... That name niggled at him while he twisted round so that David could get at the knots. He explained why he wasn't going to go anywhere, then kept trying to work out where he knew the name "Sasha" from.
"I think I know Sasha... Long curly hair, biker, bit of a bitch, yeah? If that's her, I've worked on her bike."
Once his arms and wrists were free, he brought his arms round in front of him and started rubbing at his wrists before he bent down to untie his legs. It took a while since his head started pounding when he leaned over, but he got it done eventually.