"That's the idea! You're stuck here until I decide to let you go!"

Or until Krem wises up, as he immediatly does, and grabs hold of the beast by the horns. JW's brow wrinkles as he furiously tries to see the tips of his own antlers--they weren't quite long enough for that, but e could see Krem's wrists easily enough.

Well then.

JW bowed his back and tried to tug himself free. He wanted to see how much of a tussle Krem would put up about it. The baker planted one hand on the sofa arm to give himself support and show he was all on board with this game. Krem wasn't yanking. He was just holding him.

Then JW decided to blow in his face because that's what mature adults do.