He keeps his eyes closed, keeps very still. "Because even with my wrists tied I could still, uh... still hold you?" he whispers, and then his face scrunches up a little as he thinks it through farther, and there's just the faintest hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes. "Oh... or are you going to tie me to the bed?" he asks, just as quiet. He's not sure how he feels about that, but if it's what Jedao needs he will absolutely do it.