...Is that an open declaration of trust? Wouldn't've thought I'd see the day.

[Her tone is less smug and more flattered, and she at least makes an effort to be slightly less gravely cold, even if ghost is gonna ghost]

[Slowly, her arms reach around to draw the thin chain around his middle, just under his pecs. It loops in back then comes back around, eventually leaving three turns of the bindings, intended to be secure, though not tight. While the chains are certainly cool, it's less the dull chill of metal and more an active, prickly sort of feeling; more coils of energy than heavy weights.

Once this is done, she lays the chain vertical up his spine before going around his chest again, this time a bit below his collarbones. These too are wrapped and reverse-wrapped around him before the trailing end is tucked back at his spine]

...How we doing so far?