[Feeling Spock’s hands wrap around his arm, he tightens his own grip emphatically, his piercing eyes narrowing to mean slits. But in the instant it takes to blink, something changes and his expression of fiendish delight dissolves. A sudden flood of emotion pushes past the edges of his mind, puzzling and inexplicable and overwhelming in the moment as they vie for his attention. Thoughts of Nomi flash behind his widened eyes before he releases the Vulcan, his arm snapping back as if the man’s touch had burned deeply. Staring sightlessly, chest heaving, he takes a moment in the wake of the tingling disconnect to recompose himself.

A touch telepath.

When his voice comes at last, it holds no roguishness, no snide amusement. It’s low and cool and deceptively calm, lending his words a sense of finality.]

...If it is your desire to be left out in the cold, so be it. [Abel moves in to open the manacle using its lock-pick of a claw and brute strength.] But heed my words. I will come for you and I will find you, day or night, and I should hope you will be ready then to make good and kindly return a favour. For I do not forget what I am owed.

[While regarding Spock warily, he summons a glowing portal for them both, commanding the devil to grab hold of Spock roughly and guide him to it.]