Snape released her hands from reverse prayer pose. He allowed the prisoner’s furtive hands reach as far as the tattoo, listening out for the strangled whimper when fingertips reached the magic ink. Snape spelled the hand manacles back to attach to the control collar, leaving the captive further defenceless to all the further ministrations he had planned. He could see Arthur’s greedy eyes rove over the bound body, before he produced a delicate golden ball presenting it to the Potion Master, as if it was payment for his continued presence in the room.