Damnit, was that kid still talking? Shae's expression remained coyly interested even as he stretched an arm out behind him and snapped his fingers sharply, pointing at Ren as if in reprimand. He was trying to enjoy the fondling before dragging his molester back to jail, thankyouverymuch.
While the blonde man was busy flipping open the wallet to investigate, Shae smoothly withdrew the handcuffs from the compartment on the back of his belt, hidden from view beneath his jacket, and casually snapped one side around the wrist of his unsuspecting target. "Good ta know ya, Elliott Pahmer. Ezra Dufraisne, bon' enfohcement. You' undah arrest."
The man's eyes widened in shock at the new development, and he flung the wallet aside to land on the surface of the billiard table, where it fell open to reveal Shae's ID card and badge. With a harshly muttered curse he lashed out at his captor, and Shae was barely quick enough to avoid a fist to the nose; he ducked out of range of Elliott's flailing arm and used the man's momentum against him, taking full advantage of his momentary imbalance to shove him onto the table and jerk his cuffed hand behind his back.
After nearly a month on the lam, however, Elliott wasn't about to go down without a fight. In a desperate attempt to free himself, he grabbed at Shae's discarded pool cue and stabbed it backward, blunt end first. Shae wasn't entirely prepared for the move, and as he blocked the attack with the outside of his wrist, Elliott caught him in the ribs with a vicious jab from his captured elbow.