Ugh, no. The very idea of sucking up to these herbivorous Rulers and influencing them from the inside rankled him - he wasn't a spy, he believed in a straight approach, a blunt approach. And he believed in sweeping aside everything in his way.

Hibari scowls at the wizard's words - he'd already worked that out for himself, thank you very much - and starts working on pulling the restraints around his wrists free. These ones, though, seem to be made of sterner stuff than the ankle shackles, because they don't give way to his probing and prying. Most likely, they're spelled to keep anyone from being able to take them off.