[ That gets an eyebrow raise out of Ghoul. There's a beat, as Ghoul reaches to push his hair back out of his face, and then he turns back to Matt, grabbing his wrists. This time, he yanks them out from under Matt and pins them back to the bed, half kneeling over him, staring down coolly at the hacker with a cocky sort of smirk of his own. ]

Gonna fucking test me, huh? [ Ghoul says, soft, almost dangerous. ] I ain't the good boy, here, sweet thing.

[ There's a beat, as he lets that sink in, thinking it over. ] You don't behave? I'll tie y'to the bed and leave you here. Don't think I won't. [ The look on his face suggests he's about as serious as a heart attack, with that. ] Keep. Your hands. Above your head. Behave yourself.

[ He squeezes Matt's wrists tightly, putting his full weight into keeping Matt pinned. ]