Oh, he took her denial as a personal invitation to the challenge. As she managed out of the car and was stuck there, right up to his chest, he took his time looking at her. So small and delicate....

Focus, Rhysand.

"Oh, I can catch you, little darling," he purred, his eyes locked on her face. "Don't you worry about that." Before the lingering became torturous, he stepped away first, looking up at the wall of one of the buildings. "We're at my home."

Two which he was going to bring her inside. It wasn't that rich, opulent mansion she stole the ring from. This place was a little smaller, more compact, more....homey. The interior was so out of place for the High Lord that it was probably jarring. The scent of him and other Alphas were present, but nothing was alarming. And it didn't seem like anyone else was there, either- which could be a good thing or a bad one.

"There's four bedrooms and an attic suite upstairs. Whichever door is open, you can take your pick. I'll order more suppressors for you, if you like." Plunk went the car keys in the little dish on the counter. "Any dietary restrictions, let me know. Hobby preferences beyond lock picking and the like, I will have supplies brought here as well."