Oddly enough it's not the first time Bobo has tightened a rope around a man, though it's never been anything like this. It was cruel, violent, aggressive in a way meant to incite fear and panic. This is exhilarating on so many levels. Terrifying in a way for a man that hasn't had trust from another in his lifetime, who hasn't shared a lot of intimacies.

Stepping back then, just looking Bull over. His expression, the play of ropes over flesh. Even the sound of his voice is soothing in a way that Bobo can only find as being described as a balm.

"How can I tell you no?"

Moving to get one of the knives that aren't ever that far from him, Bobo uses it to actually cut a long strip from a piece of clean cloth. Coming in closer, slowly circling behind Bull. His touch firm but gentle as he ties it over his eyes.

Taking his time as he pulled it tight without knotting it. Not yet. Leaning in, kissing Bull's shoulder. "Honestly, is that too tight?"