"I'm not going to do it in here. I'll slip and fall on my ass," he chuckled, working his wrists in the wet bonds, stretching them but not accomplishing much beyond that.

"It would be fun..." he added, actually giving it some thought. It was something different. "It'd mean you'd have to actually escort me back home, though. I mean really...dressed for the weather as best as you can. Try not to make it obvious enough that people ask questions before we get out of the compound..."