[ plenty to work with, he hums with quiet approval as he looks through everything -- and he pulls out a length of rope. mostly just to test it, winding it slightly between his hands, tugging at it to test the strength. not that he doubts crais and cyram would stock anything subpar, but wash is clearly the kind of of man with a meticulous attention to detail. this isn't his space, and so he'll verify things himself. he seems pleased enough with it, and later he'll start laying out exactly what he needs, maybe on that desk, maybe a different part of the space that's suitable.

a few moments is enough for him to verify that he's satisfied with the rope. ]

That'll do.

There's a few more things I want to know, but. [ its things he can ask and clarify while having a little fun with it. he ends up by the thermostat, turning around to face him, taking a few moments to regard him carefully. there is a certain intensity in his gaze, even more than usual, like he's drinking in every single detail, every breath, every slight movement or shift in crais' frame. he gestures him closer with a tip of his head. ] If you're ready and don't have anymore questions for me, you can just give me your safeword.