Jarid ignored the trembling. Her sudden pallor. He'd fix that momentarily. His hands to her cuffs. It took a moment. They were meant to be tricky. Then the click and he opened the left one first then the right one. He set the handcuffs on the counters and rubbed her hands in his.<br/><br/>"That should make it easier to play, " Jared remarked he motioned to the music room with a bob of his head, " Now a spot of tea before you dash off into the music room and scale around for ten minutes?"<br/><br/>"I mean ten minutes of scale practice. Not nine and half or eleven. There an egg timer and a metronome. I expect if you don't know how to set them call me."<br/><br/>He bent down and removed her ankle shackles. Artists were slaves to their craft it held them better than any leg iron build by sadistic overlords. Although he did fancy a bit of rope.<br/><br/>"Tea, then off you go," Jarid said and watched her reaction.<br/><br/>