Don't think about it, thought Hornblower. Don't think about what he's doing to your body. Don't think about how your limbs aren't supposed to squeeze through the cuffs, or how it's even possible for one's body to stretch like that. Just don't think about it.
"Squeamish, are we?" laughed a Welsh-accented voice in his mind.
"Lowe, you're not helping," Hornblower mentally growled.
"Just because you find it...disturbing...doesn't mean I do. I actually find it interesting."
"Both of you, please be quiet," Reed's voice cut into the mental argument. "I need to be able to concentrate so Horatio can get free."
"I'm sorry," Hornblower apologized. "I just..."
"Oh, I understand." Reed inserted a finger into the keyhole of one cuff. "When I first acquired my powers, I did find some aspects of them...unnerving. Eventually, I got used to it--well, mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Being able to squeeze my head through tight spaces is still a tad...unsettling."
Hornblower shuddered. "Promise me you will never, ever, make me do that."
"Never fear. I won't."