Mircea had literally no idea what was happening. In all five hundred seventy years of existence, not once had he been kidnapped. Well, unless you count the time when he was still human and had been imprisoned right before he'd been turned, but he didn't because really he'd walked right into that one. It wasn't like he'd been snatched out of his bed while he was sleeping, he'd literally stormed the manor.
Instead, this woman had barged into his store and absconded with him, which, he'd supposed, was ironic considering that had more or less been the plan on what to do with Vasille. Except with less... Tea? Maybe they should have led with tea, because it was absolutely baffling. He'd hardly had time to protest or fight from the moment she'd swept behind the counter to the moment she'd presented him with tea, it all happened so quickly. "Who--what--" He finally sputtered as she was rushing out of the break room to the front of the shop.
Why did it smell like paprika?
Well, his hands were already on the mug, he might as well take a sip, no harm in that. And then he'd go out and check on things. Mircea had never turned down tea, after all. At least it sounded like she handled greeting customers better than most of his employees. He sniffed at the tea, testing to see if that was what smelled like paprika--it wasn't--and took a tentative sip.
Oh. That was lovely. And miraculously it was melting the tension out of his shoulders. Nothing ever helped with that--and he'd tried so many things for it. "You'd better come back and explain yourself, ma'am," he called without a lot of conviction. He was going to have some more of this tea first before he got to the bottom of this behavior.