His fingers grasp the hilt of Yvaine's dagger as soon as she manages to get it to him at about the same time his eyes widen very briefly.

Because, whoa. Well played, Yvaine. Well played.

"I'd make some terribly ill-humoured joke about bondage, but it hardly seems the time," he says wryly, tilting his head to be at level with hers.

Then, his lips find hers and with everything he could express into the kiss, he does.