Shackles magically clasped over his wrists and ankles, and one large one enveloped his waist like a belt.

"So, Master Dakest, let's start this little game. Ask me a question. Any questions... like what color is the sky, what time is it... if I'll ever set fire to your friend again..." Ok... maybe Hecate was a little cruel... but this was detention for Merlin's sakes.