He felt the change, the shimmer of power again, so he pulled hands back. Etiquette or not he'd wait until he was in one form or another. A small groan as he saw some marks, though not too bad, and the blood still there. A little unfair as in this form, he could picture leaning forward to lick him clean. The tug in his stomach let him know he was more then picturing it and he licked his lips.
He let out a small appreciative breath as he looked at him. "And you listen, a good sign." A very good sign. With a nod, but keeping his eyes on the golden ones in front of him he slid from the bed. "Stand, at the foot of the bed, facing out." Finally breaking eye contact he went to the foot of the bed and pulled out the restraints, sliding them up higher on the posts and tightening them.