"I did not, of course--" Richard is coming out of the bedroom with a sword, to practice for a little bit with a slightly different weight, when Alec spills into the door, laughing.

Laughing is good, usually. Richard is grinning, up until he ears the steps, too, and then he runs to Alec's side, pulling him fully inside the room as he takes a good look at the black-clad figure.

The clothes are so strange that it takes him a moment before he acts, and the pink substance is in the air when he moves. "Hold your breath, Alec."

... and he kicks the man down the stairs. Slams the door as he comes inside, pulling the chaise against it, then kneels to pull Alec up to his feet.

"We'll need to run. Can you do that, for a little while? We will lose them, they are not from here."

The moment his hand touches Alec, it seems like the room around him blurs a little. Which is ridiculous.