The goo finished soaking into Casper's neck and Gil eyes it critically, using the hand in Casper's hair to very gently turn his head a little to make sure there's no marks left.

"Why did you think that was a good idea?" he sighs, exasperated beyond hell. "Stay calm, okay, I'm gonna do your wrists now."

He gives Bob a little pat first, smoothing down some feathers before he pulls more goo out and wraps it around both of Casper's wrists.