The frail child, who couldn't have been any younger than 10, was being discreet as they stuffed their tiny bag with pastries.

When Wriothesley came closer, the kid’s expression turned to fear upon noticing the handcuff tugging on his belt loop.

His eyes widen, he crouched down to their eye level and spoke gently, trying to soothe their fears as he knows he may appeared intimidating than he intended.

“I’m not going to hurt you, please don’t cry. You’re just hungry, aren’t you?”