“I can’t.” He stated simply, making no attempts or movements towards the handcuffs aside from holding the chain tight. “Something must’ve possessed you, because your eyes went black and you were talking about something. That ‘he’, referring to you, was gone. Whatever it was couldn’t wait to destroy things and et cetera. The TARDIS shocks you everytime you touch something. That’s why.”
He shakes his head, growling. “Are you serious? Hell…” He sighed. “Okay. How long before I get all these off?” He sighed. “Better question. How long before the damn thing comes back?”
“I know, sorry. I can’t answer either of those questions. If he doesn’t come back, I’ll let you out. I have a feeling it comes back just as soon as I let you out, though.” He shrugged. “How can I fix this?”
He sighs. “I’m not sure. I’ve never dealt with demons…other then the time I met Satan.” He shrugs.
“Of course you met Satan.” He snorted, then went back to serious. “There’s gotta be something. Can’t you fight it? I don’t know..”
“I can try I guess…”
He reluctantly began taking the handcuffs off.