Now what would the fun in that be, if you assumed I'd pick you right back up? You might let yourself fall over after I'd taken all that effort to tie you properly.

[He picks up along, pronged metal bar that hangs off of one of the hooks. It has a button on one side -- after Jezebel looks it over, he presses down and sees a sharp zap of electricity come out between the tabs at the end. It surprises him, making him blink in alarm and then settle into an intrigued look.]

I don't think I've ever seen one of these before.