"Relax, I won't hurt him. Or you. Not like the punching bags." He always said he wouldn't kill anything that could talk, with some exceptions accounting for sentience of course, and excluding Fae.
The lights above them shifted and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her through a tunnel of darkness, the lights above them moving like reflections above them. He pulled her out into the light then, and they were on the roof.
"Ta daaah." He says with a sweeping bow.
"Now, since you're my prisoner you either can turn the tables and escape or just like... pretend you can't move or something."