The man followed suit, saying not a single thing as he did as instructed. Once the keys were in his hand, he let out a nearly inaudible<i>"Che."</i>He looked at her for all of two seconds, gathering perhaps more information in that short time than most people did in fifteen minutes of staring. He simply walked to stand in front of her, taking her perhaps not so gently by the shackled wrists.<br/><br/>He turned the gold cuffs over in his hands for a moment, cold fingers briefly brushing her skin. He was assessing the damage. They looked uncomfortable. Maybe a little familiar he supposed. This wouldn't be the first time he'd come across someone miserable in shackles for stupid-ass reasons.<i>"You'll know when you see." </i>A memory of one of the world's most obnoxious voices played in his head.<i>"Your opportunity to learn your own strength. Don't let it pass you up." </i>God he hated that woman who called herself the goddess of mercy. She seemed to be the opposite - always finding some new way to torment him. This was nothing short of that.<br/><br/>The key hung loosely from his lips as he inspected, looking much like a cigarette. It was clear he was a smoker. And the way he picked it from his mouth only furthered the evidence. He ran a finger over the keyhole for a moment before he slipped it in and turned it.