"We can go now, it sounds like we're done anyway. Come on, Stiles."

"I was joking about kicking you out, I'm sure Alistair and I will have several opportunities to have sex."

"Great. Um. So should we, uh, practice?"

"Sure."

So they practice. 

Sadde should probably put the handcuffs on himself. 

Sure. Here he is, all restrained and helpless.

The intended audience appreciates this.

"Are we just letting the audience record you, or do we record it?"

"We should record it, we'll need an official video to submit to Randi."

"I brought a video camera."

He retrieves it.

"Tell me when."

"Oh I didn't mean record it now, I meant record it live."

"Alright."

He puts it away.

"Are we ready for our first try?"

"The Moon guide me and help me, let me pass through the binds that hold me."

The handcuffs clatter to the ground and he grins.

"I wonder if we could make something you couldn't get out of..."

"Well done."

...He looks like he wants to kiss Sadde. 

Sadde is very good at interpreting those looks. Alistair is Extremely Kissed.

Kiss!

He ponders designs.

Then he pulls away and—" I expect anything sufficiently thick might be prohibitive, but I don't know where our limits are."

"Is this, uh, actually a thing? Or just a magic trick."

"What is?"

"The handcuffs."

Blink. "I did actual magic to escape them."

"No, I mean the- subtext. Do you like to do this kind of thing?" 

"Oh I'm definitely into it but it's not, like, a dealbreaker if you're not."

"You'd be the one in handcuffs?"