[Bell misses the comment from Lotus--a shame, really, because it's a gem, but at least it spares him from dying a little inside--and returns with the handcuffs. He efficiently snaps one set on one of Youth's wrists and then on one of Lotus's. He puts the other on himself and Youth before retaking his seat.]

Holding, sure. But this way you don't accidentally let go.

[He drops the keys onto the coffee table.] ...uh, just in case someone decides they don't want to be held. [Or for practicality's sake, like a bathroom trip.]

Any objections?