Liam lets Mike squirm and struggle for a few moments, just watching him. Letting it all sink in a little bit. Just enough for true concern and fear to settle in, to let Mike feel just how trapped he was. With most other methods Liam had used to bind Mike's arms, any that didn't involve him being strapped to a piece of furniture tended to leave at least a little slack. Some means of trashing about. Or at least fingers were left free or wrists could be twisted in cuffs. But not this way. Mike was truly trapped, now.

Just when Mike's breath started to get especially desperate and ragged did Liam grab a handful of the man's hair to drag his head back. Not enough to make him sit up, but enough to allow him to breathe.

"You see, Mikey, you gave my pills to a man of the law. Who's to say he didn't tuck a few into his pocket to be tested. Traced back to me. To my source. Just think of all that could happen if they found me while I was out of the house...and you...." He rubbed a hand over Mike's exposed backside, gripping it roughly. "...stuck here. Like this. How would you get out?" He raised his hand and smacked it hard across one cheek. "Hm, Mikey? What would you do if your idiocy got me arrested?"