[ ... Well, and that takes care of that. He supposes that's the difference between the two of them - Alec wields the information he holds like an assassin's blade, something to be kept in the shadows and weaponized when one least expects it. But for Rufus, it's more like a baseball bat to the skull, blunt and sudden coming from a man who knows he can afford to be so.
He had his suspicions, of course, that Rufus already knew more about Alec than he was comfortable with, which is to say he knows anything at all. He wouldn't have agreed to this farce if he thought anonymity was on his side. ]
Can't blame a guy for trying.
[ He shrugs, sliding his hood away and letting it fall back. ]
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He had his suspicions, of course, that Rufus already knew more about Alec than he was comfortable with, which is to say he knows anything at all. He wouldn't have agreed to this farce if he thought anonymity was on his side. ]
Can't blame a guy for trying.
[ He shrugs, sliding his hood away and letting it fall back. ]
I'll pass, thanks. I don't drink on the clock.