"No. I'll do it," he takes the rope from Meyer's hands, and kneeling down he starts binding Ned's wrists to the radiator. It's not that he doesn't trust Meyer, although deep down he does suspect he's up to something, but it doesn't feel right to let Meyer tie him up when Ned is his.

Especially like this, bound and waiting for him. He can't help but let his hands linger on the bits of exposed skin around Ned's wrists, oddly gentle now after all the roughness earlier. All the anger and anxiety he was feeling is dying down into a calm peacefulness. Maybe later he'll get that urge again, to collect and bring back, but for now he'd love nothing more than to get out his gold and curl up on his bed and look at everything, perfectly content.

Once Ned's all tied up, he sits back on his haunches to admire his handiwork, as a few contented curls of smoke snake from his nose.

"Stay here with him. I gotta get the rest of my stuff." Keeping it all so far away suddenly seems like a bad idea, but how did he know he would find something as good as this? He gives Meyer and warning glance, and heads out of the room towards the back door.