What could he do indeed? In any case, the girl hadn't really aroused any elaborate schemes beyond smug patronizing at the moment.

"Sister Priere. Lovely, a member of the clergy," he muses, "How sentimental."

His eyes wander to the gate guards standing by. Really, it feels most unbecoming for him to just arrive with not so much a single glance. He can feel his ego beginning to starve And brought here to a location without his consent, no less. In a melodramatic moan he props himself against Felicia, who decides to remain seated as Ratigan vents.

"Brought? You mean kidnapped so shabbily!" he throws his head back, bemoaning, "Such lack of tact!"