[Waver grits his teeth, but rather than correct, he sighs.]

I guess we're not on first name basis by your point in time. Waver will do, drop the title bullshit.

[It's never made any difference in the city anyway. His eyes return to the shackles, running over them.]

Long story that I'll reveal in a few moments. How the hell do you undo that bullshit on your arms?