[ Luckily for Rufus, the anger wasn’t directed specifically at him and more at the circumstances in which they had both found themselves. It could have been better, but it also could have been so much worse. They’d both done what they needed to do to get out; therefore, apologies were unnecessary.

Archer takes a few moments to quell the fury he normally keeps neatly walled away, and after that, he’s as he was before entering the elevator. Composed, with a practiced air of indifference. ]

In my experience, it’s generally not wise to prolong situations like that.

[ Compromising scenarios run by supernatural or otherwise magical entities usually only get worse the more stubborn or uncooperative one is. As such, he made the most expedient choice for both of them by confessing to something so egregious. It was a pragmatic decision, especially since it hadn’t seemed like Rufus was willing to be on the other end of being punished.

But it’s all right. There is no ill will or grudge since it was a decision he made of his own accord. ]

A drink would be acceptable. I’ll even make sure there’s nothing untoward in them.

[ One never knows in a place like this, after all. ]