Cyrus's eyes widen as she request to buy shackles that somehow make his abilities to away. "Maybe that is why I can't get out of this cage." He thinks to himself, wondering if the cage he was in was made of the same material. Thing are not looking good for him, at this rate he will be the same as any other helpless slave.<br/><br/>The owner takes the check after he tells her the price before heading over and retrieving the shackles, and putting them on Cyrus. He then brings him over to her before returning behind the counter. "You sure you don't want a collar or leash or anything? Or so that all?" He asks, trying to possibly get some more money out of this deal.