Oh, so you're an elf. [ he says that like it elucidates everything, and takes a long drag off his cigarette, holding it in with a pensive look before he breathes out the smoke in a long plume. ] Don't believe we have those where I come from.

[ of course, the world is vast and cyrus has seen so very little of it for himself... but he seems to have already lost interest in the subject, now that he's caught on to the fact that it's magic keeping the man bound in the first place. he steps in to take a closer look, even bending at the waist to better see the mistletoe wound about runaan's feet... ]

Let's see here...

[ ...only to very quickly find that same mistletoe winding around his feet, too swiftly for him to step back again. ]

Ah— Oh. [ not that he seems terribly perturbed by this turn of events; on the contrary, he chuckles as he straightens himself back up again. ] Well, ain't this a pickle.