Although Mona was clearly joking about being extremely charming, Kit thought that her words were the honest truth. Rather than comment upon it and cause her to once again grow flustered, however, he merely inclined his head in acknowledgement before moving the conversation along.
The look of confusion on Mona's face was quite the picture. Kit chuckled quietly to himself as she did as he had asked, the cuffs snugly clasped around his wrists. After briefly glancing down at them, he returned his gaze to Mona and kept his eyes fixed on her face, his hands raised so that she could see. Then, with well practiced movements, he began the task of escaping his bonds. There was no magic involved, no fake props or secret levers to free the lock; just several lifetimes of practice and an ever-present thirst to show off.
Less than a minute after Mona had fixed the handcuffs around Kit's wrists, they once again sat on the table top between them.