"Now look Rufus, you were blind drunk and after your vicious outburst with the two lads earlier, I had to protect myself.”
“You’ll bloody need to, you pervert, when I get free!”
“Exactly!” said the old man, “and that’s why I restrained you. You were off your head!”
"Handcuffs, you filthy old git? When I get free I won't be off my head, I’ll be kicking yours in! And what’s with these wires? Get them off me."
"That's why the straps, Rufus!" was Marcus's cool reply. "You need restraining. You loathsome creature. You're pathetic!"
Rufus really started to boil then...