"What a pair we are, always in a conundrum without a way to solve it." The irony was not lost on Beckett, but he was highly amused by it nevertheless. Trying to think of another solution it seemed that Miss Scamander beat him to a possibility.

Humming out a noise of approval, Beckett carefully took the pin from her hands and inspected it carefully. It wasn't exactly a knife, but it was sharp, perhaps he could at least puncture the vine and start pulling it apart. "Very resourceful, look at you." He passed her a charming smile and a wink as he took a piece of vine between his fingers higher up from her ankle. If he could at least get it to come off, he could likely somehow unwind it from its current hold.

Between her exposed ankle and her loose hair, Beckett better get to work quickly before he was accused of something quite sinister! "I trust you'll vouch for my good intentions if we're happened upon by some unsuspecting passerby?" He was teasing- mosly.