[He attempts to tilt his head back to see what the tentacles are doing to his wrists, but D.Va's forehead against his prevents him from doing that. So instead he just grinds his teeth that much more as he feels his arms shifting and being bound tighter to the bed. One tug and it's apparent that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]
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Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]