"A promise is a promise. And we seem to be making all kinds of those tonight. We just aren't always voicing them." With a smirk, he tugged the handcuffs playfully and waited for Bobby to open the warding. Once he was out of it, he felt a surge of beautiful freedom and his knees felt almost weak. That could also be because he was sitting in a chair all the time and half-high on human blood but whatever. He didn't want to focus on that.

Instead, he clicked and they were standing in an open graveyard, surrounded by trees and shrubs. There was some lovely fresh air - God, he had missed it.