( he grunts as circulation restores when the binds are taken off, one by one, and works at unknotting the fabric and then tucking it away in his pocket. Useful, that overlarge handkerchief or whatever it is. )

I'm sure the show would have been an eyeful, but it's as likely you'd have ended up in here, with me, if you hadn't.

( take his abortive nod to another chest, though at present that one's full of Things. )