The cuffs glowed brighter, and his flesh started to smoke. "Tell me. It won’t stop until you do. You know I found your treatise on charms and fire. Brilliant really, I used your concepts to make these cuffs. They curse the flesh they burn through. You won’t be able to regrow skin or reattach your hands if these burn through your wrist. How good is your wandless magic, Dolohov? You’ll need it without hands."