Spock wastes no time. He crawls onto the bed and straddles Jim's waist as he takes the rough rope and binds those wrists together. The end is looped around a standing piece of metal attached to the bed and pulled taut. Jim can rub his skin raw on this amount of tension. He'd probably enjoy it a great deal as well. "Test your binding," he orders, wanting to see Jim as he fights against the restraint.

To add incentive, he rests his hand back over Jim's throat, back to the firm grip. Just enough to make him hiss air but not enough to cut it off, yet.

"The harder you attempt to secure your escape, the more I will encourage your activities through suffocation," he advises, giving Jim a short, two second example of what that would feel like. A tight grip and a complete inability to either move or bring in even a little gasp of oxygen. He releases it, mischief in his eyes.

"Demonstrate for me what you desire."