They'd be undone at her words. They were just failsafe in case she tried to escape. Was he condescending? He'd consider this out of character...

“There.” Tilting her face up. She's pretty. Inching closer. He wants to taste her lips one more time. This time with her consent.

“Isn't it obvious what I want to say to you?” Fingers on her chain, guiding her face to look back at him.

“Greetings, Ruler.” He will oblige, “I want to shower you with the King's affection.”

He looks at her lips, then her eyes. He's hungry.

“Aren't you satisfied with my greeting? Better than a 'hi.',” diving back in again for a peck on her lips. She's still bound. Maybe he should more daring.