"You're not solving it very well!" retorts Asmodia, who is very unlikely to be impressed by his intellect at this point. He's the one who tied himself up and hasn't provided a good excuse (or any excuse) for how that happened, and he's the one who still hasn't figured out how to untie himself the entire time they've been talking.

He's got part of it at least loose, and it seems obvious from an outside perspective what needs to be done next. "Hold still," she demands, refusing to take no for an answer as she goes to work on the wires. If she just takes that part and shifts it -- and there, all those loops can slide right down off the end of his arm, which will free up that other one running out from the snarled mess around his hip, which in turn can --

Wait, when did she slip this much of the cables up over her own forearms? She can remember putting her hands through a couple loops just for a place to put the cable so it wouldn't re-tangle, but when she looks down she finds that it's crept up to her elbows, and when she tries to slide her arms out --

"Uh," she says. "Don't freak out, but I think there might be a problem."