The relief is palpable, like cold water over a burn. He can't say that he regrets cooperating, remembering what it feels like to not have iron biting into his neck. Maybe if she takes off the shackles, too, he'll even regain enough of his strength to teleport away? The thought occurs to him, more hopeful than he'd like to bet on. She can't be that foolish.

But she's still so close. He doesn't even know what to do with these feelings, even if he wanted to. Yet, at the same time, it's so easy to just stay where he is without resistance - soaking in the feeling without any need to act on anything in particular.

Subconsciously, he leans in towards her, getting just a little closer.