"Naw." Rafe shrugged dismissively. "Just my legs. An' arms. An' whole body, really. Got good taste there, Tan'." He flashed a wink at Tanith and finally stepped out through the door, quite willingly letting the guards snap the manacles around his wrists. Sort of. "Hey, man, make sure I can still reach my pocket," he protested without actually resisting at all. "Gotta keep my ball in reach, yeah?"

"Of course," Merlin grumbled as the guards moved over to his door to push it open. "Don't want to make sure he can't reach his marbles. Lost enough of 'em as it is."

"You keep stealin' 'em!" Rafe countered as Merlin ambled out the door, brows drawn down over his eyes and glaring at all and sundry. He, unlike Rafe's threadbare grey trenchcoat, was dressed in boots, trousers, shirt and with a jacket over his shoulder, his sleeves rolled up. He looked somewhat more presentable, but still casual enough.

"Well, I need to find supplements somewhere!" he retorted, scowling at the man holding the restraints with such fierceness that said man faltered. "Aliens keep stealin' 'em! If you'd just drive 'em all outta the galaxy already I wouldn't be having a problem!"

"Where'd be the fun in that?" Rafe wondered out loud.

"Knew it," Merlin snorted, and then growled, "they're grey." This last was directed at the man proffering the manacles as if they were a chair and Merlin were a lion. "I ain't wearing chains that aren't anything other than orange."

"Just get them out of here," Delafonte said to Ghastly through gritted teeth, his face burning. Right. They knew Bespoke, so obviously this was all a setup to make him look like a fool. They hadn't even been able to keep straight faces!

Rafe turned to the cell to wave behind him. "Toodles, Dumbo." He leaned in toward Delafonte. "He's a pink elephant, didja know?"

Delafonte pointed down the hall. "Out!"

The Archangel drew back and shrugged with a hurt expression. "Well, if you didn't wanna be intro-ed, y'didn't have t'be mean about it."