"Mutually beneficial", that's rich. How do I know you won't just decide I wasn't "helpful" enough? Or that your old man isn't gonna bring the hammer down on anyone who knows you were here?

[ Any hint of amusement that Alec had been keeping in his expression is swiftly abandoned, as he leans down into Rufus' space. ]

I don't want you, or your suits, anywhere near my house.