That was fine, and he slinked down his body, twisting to grab his ankles and give them a similar treatment. The shackles to the footboard had more slack, enough that he could force Mello to curl his legs under him with a little room to spare if he felt like it. "You see, I intended to wait longer for this." It was a murmur, and he stroked his back softly once the last shackle was in place.