[This is far from the first time he's rescued someone like this, and it likely won't be the last; what it means for the moment is that this dance is a familiar one, the way he draws her in and adjusts the angle of his body to obscure her from the gazes of the other men as she starts to tuck comfortably against his side. Outside of Cloaca and Dagger, it's often been as easy as that — other guests of the resort seem naturally inclined to recognize his rank for what it is and give him a wide berth, and the force of his presence is more than enough to facilitate the escape.

But here, anonymity is king, and audacity only goes so far. As they start to walk away, a few of the men start to raise their objections, one even reaching after as if to try to catch the girl before she can get away —

And Rufus deftly parries it, pivoting and pulling the girl behind him in a single smooth movement, hiding her altogether behind the shield of his own body as he stares the other partygoers down one by one.]

Your business with her ends now. Find someone else to fuck. [A pause, brief.] Why not each other? You all seem willing enough.

[One of the men starts forward, just one step; briskly, Rufus shoves him back, and the others quickly change their minds about following suit. Still, it's high time for a smooth retreat, and so he wastes no time collecting the girl once again and hastening her away from the mob, at a pace quick enough to put distance between them and the scene, but casual enough that it doesn't look like running.]

You should be more careful in a place like this. It's too easy to get cornered like that.