Wrong answer.

Spock yanks the hair all the harder before letting it go and shifting back in his seat. "I asked for an explanation for why you deserved a reward. And you have made the decision to respond glibly. Unwise." He stands, walking a few steps away, out of Jim's view.

"Perhaps I should clarify the punishment you are on the verge of experiencing. If I do, you may be less inclined to run toward it." His hands are undoing Jim's ties carefully. Removing the restriction without causing additional pain.

"Masochistic individuals often behave poorly as pain is seen as a reward to them. They believe upsetting anothet will therefore give them what they desire. This will not be the case with you and I, Jim."

He's back in his chair, the rope loose in his hands.

"I know you. Intimately. And I know an effective way of punishing you will be a lack of any stimulus at all." No rope. No hands. No lips. Nothing at all.

"So, I will ask you a final time in the hopes you will be less inclined to test my resolve: why are you deserving of a reward?"