Night Sky sat up, scooting until she was settled on his chest, fingers splayed over his clavicle. The vines were taut around his wrists and thick enough they would take some effort to break. More wound down his arms, slithered across his chest and around. More still on his legs, to assure they covered plenty of skin for the thorns to eventually pierce into.

"Aww, poor baby." She pouted back at him. "Will me sitting in your face make you feel better?"