[Like Navia and her claymore-hefting ways, Rufus's rich-kid persona tends to disguise just how strong he is in the shoulders — from one-handing shotguns to dangling off helicopters, he's more than equal to the task of keeping her secure even if it means supporting basically all of her weight on one arm to do it.

Once they've carried on for a sufficiently adequate amount of time — not that he's counting — he brings her back up and sets her on her feet, keeping hold of one hand for added effect as he turns his attention to the Trio.]

I think I've made my intentions clear. I'd prefer to continue them elsewhere, in a setting more befitting my dearest. If you'd release the doors.

[Will they, though? WILL THEY???]