"Impertinent little--" the tyrian growls, holding his wrists still as she wraps the cord. However, all the kicking and squirming makes it extremely difficult to secure the knots. Condesce moves her weight over the lowblood and locks her knees firmly in place to keep him from kicking.

"Stop your incessant squirming," Condesce barks again, pushing all of her weight on both his legs and her wrists until she finishes off the final knot. Thankfully, she didn't have to cut it -- the last thing she needed today was Giles complaining about the phone.

She doesn't lift herself off, however, instead grabbing at his chin to force him to look at her.

"Now. I'm positively flattered that you are so focused on trying to upset me, but you ought to leave the melodrama on the street where it spawned. Your death would have hurt many others before it would have hurt me in the slightest."