"Shut up," he mutters, glancing darkly up at the stranger and, after a moment's deliberation, deciding she's clearly in on whatever's going on here.

Removing the cloth belt from around his tunic, he comes back around the desk to begin hurriedly tying Clarisse's hands behind her back, knowing he only has a little more time before the spell wears off.

"Whatever nonsense you're up to," he continues brusquely, "nobody's in the mood for it."