Nora's first instinct upon waking was to startle, her eyes going wide and her head snapping up (well, as much as it comfortably could, given the odd angle), but that only lasted a second -- barely even that -- when she registered the ropes and how they were the only things adorning her body.

Eric's doing.

Eric, who'd managed to do this to her body without her even noticing but who never forgot her little quirks and rules, her complete trust in him to do anything for her and her willingness to do things that would make a human ache and her rather insistent preference for her wrists being more or less together rather than apart.

Eric had long been able to see what she needed better than she could, she thought.

Once he spoke, though, she became aware of how true that really was and how very little she wanted to be aware just now. It was a bit of a bold move, given her current position, but until she'd gone fully under it was her way to sass and snark like she always did, and the suggestion she offered -- "You've just got some new game you're itching to try" -- was glib as anything, but while she teased she wasn't bothering to pass it off as a feasible lie. She never did when they entered into this.