"So the fun way." Edward said smiling. "Well, while I have eternity to do what I please, I would rather spend no more than an hour on a replaceable foot servant like you're going to be if you're not dead by the hour. So I have the prefect way of convincing you." Magic flew through the air, it was apparent this air was highly reactive to magic and most likely by design. The energy was almost tangible. 

The metal bars expanded and became clear as they turned from metal into a reinforced glass. It looked like an over-sized and under decorated terrarium. A table appear at the corner of the glass encasement and Edward flipped an hourglass down on the table as it started to tick away, and as it did, the room his prisoner was in began to fill with sand very slowly but actively.

"You have one hour to make up your mind before that hourglass runs out and so does your oxygen as you either get choked by sand or crushed by it against the ceiling, or perhaps buried by it. So you can die a very horrible death with your pride, or you can shallow it and not shallow sand and live." he said this rather casually as if this was an everyday mundane event." he said as he sat down on his chair watching as the sands slowly started to fill the room and his victims reactions. "I also guess that I should be fair and tell you that it is very possible you could die before the hour is up, the hour just marks when the room is completely filled with sand. So I would think quickly."
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Lyre nodded her head no, "I merely stayed because you said you might need something more of me. If you request me to leave Mr. Manager, she said with due respect and unsarcastically, I will gladly leave. I must of misunderstood you when said you might have another job for me soon." she said. As she got up and collected her instrument and placed it back on her back