[Setting aside all the other garden-variety (pun intended) batshittery that clearly had to go into this abduction, there's one particular piece of it that strikes Rufus as particularly odd, as he props himself up on his elbows in bed and frowns at the unfamiliar clasp of metal surrounding one of his fingers:
The fact that he actually knows his apparent intended, despite last catching glimpse of her fleeing the seventieth story of his fath— of his company. Well. That's one way of securing the assets, he supposes.]
You're eating what they've provided? It's likely drugged.
[Not that he really minds that much, because you know what a great way of seeing if something is drugged is? Letting someone else eat it and watching them.]
...You're the Ancient.
[Tseng's Ancient, he thinks to himself, not that he's going to say that much aloud.]
i. look i literally cannot resist the stupidity potential of this so here i am
The fact that he actually knows his apparent intended, despite last catching glimpse of her fleeing the seventieth story of his fath— of his company. Well. That's one way of securing the assets, he supposes.]
You're eating what they've provided? It's likely drugged.
[Not that he really minds that much, because you know what a great way of seeing if something is drugged is? Letting someone else eat it and watching them.]
...You're the Ancient.
[Tseng's Ancient, he thinks to himself, not that he's going to say that much aloud.]