Regaining his composure, Armand entered the room and reached down to examine the manacle around Jamie’s ankle. "Looks like you’ve been damaging the Crown’s property, my dear. That’s a punishable offence, you know, not to mention your attempt to aid a dangerous prisoner in escaping." A hint of amusement sparkled in his pale grey eyes. "We’ll have to arrange something fitting for you. But for now..." He jerked Claire to her feet and swiftly twisted his stock around her wrists, binding them together.