Cinder, now sits on your floor, vengestone cuffs around his wrists preventing him from using his elemental powers. He had tried breaking into your shop, looking for the mallet of shattering, and you had surprisingly caught the jump on him, whacking him in the head with a pan and thrown on the cuffs while he was out cold. “Y’know, this isn’t at all funny.” He grumbles, looking up at you before rolling his eyes.