Bailey is tugging at the clamps too - he's skinny, sure, but he's not that skinny, and there's very little leftover wiggle room to shove himself down and away from the headpiece as it lowers towards him. "Well then find something else!"

Even the Glamour can't hide how terrified he sounds, gritting his teeth as he tries in vain to sink into the chair, trying to jerk his head out. "Come on, ya fecking gowl!"