Chris brings the plate back over and offers it. Enough to make hunger not a concern in however long this would take, but not enough to over fill and risk being ill for how his body might contort.
He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
With a coy grin to Chris, Amnos takes a small handful of the cold cuts and munches them for a moment, turning back to examining the ropes and their fastening in the ceiling. He wipes his hand on his pant leg once the meat is gone, then tugs at one rope experimentally. Seems sound enough. With a satisfied not, he turns and starts to disrobe. He's not trying terribly hard to be sexy, but there's a familiarity to it of camping out and travel. A comfort in knowing Chris won't have any strange reaction to his nudity.
It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.
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He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
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It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.