Erik smirked, and made a lazy gesture with his left hand that burst the cuffs open and sent them flying off to the side of the room.

"Hardly. It appears that Charles has swayed most of the young mutants to his pacifistic views. I wish to be more... proactive. I thought perhaps you might be interested?

As he waited for an answer, several small ball-bearings readied themselves inside his sleeves. Not visible from the outside, available in any DIY store you could name, and yet, in his hands, far more effective than a gun. If she wouldn't join him, then he couldn't allow her to be used as a resource for the enemy. Trusting in his helmet to keep his thoughts safe, he moved his hands outward casually in case he had to launch them at speed.