"I can get you out of the cuffs without issue," he wasn't impossibly strong, but he was more than strong enough to wrench open a wooden block. Moving to the other man, he kneels in front of him and takes the cuffs in hand.

It takes a moment of straining, of pulling the two halves apart, but soon the wood starts to splinter under his hands and break, the henge holding the lock in place coming lose from the wood and breaking apart. He couldn't pick a lock, but he could most definitely break one, so he does.

"The bars are a little harder for me to open for us both," he looks a little chagrinned.