Kneeling down on one knee next to Annalise, Dantalion smiles lightly, using the chain itself to pull her arm up closer to his face. Not being able to resist another deep breath to savour, he puts fingers on the lock holding that cuff so snug and secure, his hand brushing up against the skin on the captured maiden's arm. He's hot to the touch, shockingly so in the cool night air. "You haven't yet told me your name, young miss."<br/><br/>With a brief moment of concentration, and a very subtle bit of magic, he turns one finger, and turns the lock with it. With a light click, the secured steel pops open, freeing Annalise's arm. Widening his smile just a bit, he says, "Your other arm, if you please, young miss."