The move surprises him. He glances down at the cuffs for a moment then back up at York, scrutinising his face. He doesn't trust him, can't. Watches as York kneels on the floor. Defeated. Like a prisoner. And he doesn't like that. Hates that he's put that look on York's face, but... it means they've won right? For now anyway.

"Get up," he says. "Get on your goddam feet and we'll see if you can even make it to your cell without being cuffed. Then we'll see."