While it should be a relief that there aren't any hostile creatures lying in wait for someone to come along and attempt to free the captive they've bound in such strange cords, the answer leaves Asmodia with the still-more baffling question of how he could possibly have managed to do this to himself.

A titter escapes her as she takes another step closer and really takes in the full situation, and it doesn't take long for it to erupt into full-blown laughter. She doesn't know where she is or how she got here, she doesn't know where her friends are or if they were similarly taken somewhere strange against their wills, but she does know that a man tying himself up is always, always funny.

"You did that --!" she guffaws, coming close to kneel beside him, both to take in the full glory of it and to see what must be done to fix it. "To yourself! How?" Reaching out, she plucks at one of the strange cords. "And what kind of rope is this, anyway?"