[Sang-Wook looks at Alina like she's got three heads, when the ribbon ends up around their wrist. He didn't ask for this either, and in fact, he's kind of confused at how they were able to get the jump on him so effortlessly in the middle of his smoking break. Looking Alina up and down, the 6'1" man scowls and takes a drag off of his cigarette, trying not to look as mortified as he secretly feels.
Taking the cigarette from his mouth, he presses the burning end to the ribbon on his own wrist, not too concerned with burning himself.
... Any second now.
... Any second now.
........... The cigarette has only just burned him a little in the process.
Eying the undamaged tie that binds them skeptically, he looks at Alina.]
fruits of labor
Taking the cigarette from his mouth, he presses the burning end to the ribbon on his own wrist, not too concerned with burning himself.
... Any second now.
... Any second now.
........... The cigarette has only just burned him a little in the process.
Eying the undamaged tie that binds them skeptically, he looks at Alina.]
... Why don't you get it off.