[His abdomen tightens with the acceptance that it is for him, that Wash is doing this upon his request, and D'Artagnan need be capable of explaining himself and what he seeks, what bothers him, what he stalls at and questions and has the most difficulty with. Wash indicates the ropes again, but D'Artagnan doesn't return to them, eying them and biting his bottom lip. He lets out a wavering breath, and endeavours to be careful with his tone and his words, for he doesn't wish them to be perceived flippantly or with misplaced frustration.]

I can tie knots, and I could study the patterns and discern them without assistance. I wouldn't... I'd not have asked for help if it was... the design or the function of this that I wished to learn in itself. I've... not only aversion to binding someone because of what I'd mentioned, but I've... little interest in it personally. Sexually. I don't... understand what... I do, let me correct myself, I do understand that there is freedom for some in having physical restriction, the idea of it isn't incomprehensible. Only for me, I've never felt it. I shouldn't have, of course, because I've not done this like this.

[He gestures without meaning, a vague wave of his hand, as he feels he's gotten too convoluted without stating things plainly.]

I want to know what I might do for her. What I can help her achieve in this. What comes for me, if anything, is secondary and I care far less about it, if I'm satisfied in the same way. I don't need to be. I think... if I'd a notion of what is desired from me, and assured that I can't... that it's not without question a place of such authority I could accidentally abuse, I would... be more receptive.