Arthur takes a moment, just a quick one to give Izzy a quick, appraising look. Approving, though he doesn't say a thing about it as he pushes himself off the door and saunters over to the other man.
"Really got a mouth on you, ain't you," he says, casual as can be as he moves around to his back-- he can practically taste how eager Izzy is for something hard and fast and that makes Arthur certain that this is something to take his time with. "We're gonna have to do somethin' 'bout that."
He takes Izzy's wrists, one by one, grip firm but almost gentle as he juggles them into the grip of one hand and takes his lasso from his belt.
"Now--" Of course, the gentleness is gone the next instant. He just wanted to get his hackles up about this not being what he was looking for for a moment. Arthur ties the rope around his wrists quick and rough, plenty experienced in tying people up so they can't escape, and he wraps the other end of the rope around his hand to make sure he won't lose his grip. "How much are you plannin' to fight me here, Israel?" He asks, not expecting an answer that's worth a damn. Especially not when he pushes at the back of his leg with a boot to drop him to his knees.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
"Really got a mouth on you, ain't you," he says, casual as can be as he moves around to his back-- he can practically taste how eager Izzy is for something hard and fast and that makes Arthur certain that this is something to take his time with. "We're gonna have to do somethin' 'bout that."
He takes Izzy's wrists, one by one, grip firm but almost gentle as he juggles them into the grip of one hand and takes his lasso from his belt.
"Now--" Of course, the gentleness is gone the next instant. He just wanted to get his hackles up about this not being what he was looking for for a moment. Arthur ties the rope around his wrists quick and rough, plenty experienced in tying people up so they can't escape, and he wraps the other end of the rope around his hand to make sure he won't lose his grip. "How much are you plannin' to fight me here, Israel?" He asks, not expecting an answer that's worth a damn. Especially not when he pushes at the back of his leg with a boot to drop him to his knees.