[ Much like the dog, Alec keeps his eyes on Rufus as he moves across the room, though he's certainly not unaware of the hound off by the windows either. Alec is a paranoid bastard, so there's some small part of him that keeps expecting a trap, but he is instead offered a datastick - which might still be a trap, but he doubts it. The biggest trap here is one Rufus has already laid out for him: he's disposable.

Alec neatly plucks the device from Rufus' palm, deigning not to remark on the flashy little show he was just given. ]

I know better.

[ He gives a mock salute with the device before sticking it in his pocket. ]

Well chief, it's been fun, but I've got some subterfuge to get rolling. Thanks for the drink. Sorry for tracking dirt in your apartment.

[ He doesn't sound sorry at all, but that's probably as close to a "yes I came from the slums" as Rufus is going to get. ]