Much as he would like to be making mocking comments at the moment, Farfarello needed all of his limited air supply to keep his strength up enough to manage the thrashing man beneath him. Caim was quite a bit more heavily muscled than he was, so even with Caim's legs bound it was no easy task to do the same to his wrist.

Not an easy task, but not an impossible one either, and eventually Farfarello managed to wind Caim's right wrist in fabric and bind it firmly to the head of the bed. Three limbs down, one to go, and then Farfarello could rest for a few moments, let his heart rate slow, make things easier on his one working lung.