"I'll try to be speedy. Although I'll say that your version of 'under control' is very different from my version." Unless Sam meant that he was no under Cheon's control. He supposed on that front, things really might just be all sorted. Fuck.

He patted himself down, looking through various coat pockets. "Most of these cuffs use similar keys. Let's see."

Barty had found a small key, which he used on the cuffs now. It needed some fiddling around, but eventually the handcuffs did spring open and Sam was free. "No need to thank me. Unless you're feeling it."