A hand closes around his ankle. And it doesn't squeeze, or hurt, it's simply an unavoidable pull, of unbend your leg or you're coming with it.

And when he judges he's got him within the distance he wants, he loops the scarf around his ankle, knots it easily, then around the bottom of the bed. The next foot too, then he moves to the head of the bed, glancing up with a slight smile.

"You do realize that it is going to be quite a long night for you."