“It strikes me,” Luke managed, when he could speak. “It strikes me I could tie you to this bed and take three times as long over things.” “You could,” Rufus agreed. “The consequences might be three times as severe, though.” “Consequences? I haven’t seen any—” Rufus didn’t even release his hands. He simply moved with unexpected speed and strength, heaving Luke up, over, and down, so he thumped onto his back on the bed, hands still trapped.
