His eyes only widened a little; mild and pleased surprise, but not astonishment. "Trunk at the foot of the bed. All sorts of lengths, if you're feeling fancy when you're sober enough to get elaborate." He let himself imagine the Doctor in nicely complex rope bondage, although it would be a while, if ever, before it could be realized. "Remind me. When we're sober. There's a spell."
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Date: 2011-05-27 01:31 am (UTC)