Azwel chuckles softly, a low, quiet throb of sound. "Not yet, anyway." He's not terribly familiar with Miqo'te body language, but he suspects he might have hit a nerve. He leans forward and kisses Felih's neck. "I won't make you stay forever," he murmurs. "I don't think I have that much stamina."

Now he's actually pondering unfastening the restraints. He pauses, and probably presents an odd sight, on his hands and knees over Felih, his hair pushed over one shoulder, looking down at him with a lidded gaze.

"Hmmmmm," he says, drawing a finger along the crook of Felih's elbow. "If I untie you... would you agree to a little more fun in here before you run away?"