John bit back a tide of panic that immediately threatened, and just went with what he said, concentrating on his breathing to stay steady. The cuffs closed, and he realised there was no room in the cuffs to get away from the serrated edges. He relaxed into the sensation of tiny constant stratches, insistant but not unpleasant. As he moved to rest his hands on his knees, he could feel a distinct warming sensation trailing out in trendrils from his wrists. It tingled across the surface of his mind in much the same way as it was doing on his skin. He sighed into it happily.