Kidnapping
He should have been expecting that. He should have seen it coming. He was willing to bet if anyone had been walking down the same alley even they would have known what was going to happen. A clear head - even after all this time he couldn't keep himself level around her.
When the pain of the curse abated, Rodolphus found himself in the snow on his backside with his arms curled around himself and blood rising from a cut on his tongue. He took in a few breaths to steady his racing heart and stained the snow with red before he tipped his head back against the building he was leaning against to laugh out loud. It hurt even to do that much but it didn't stop him.
Rolling his head over the brick he looked up at her with a bit of blood smeared on the side of his mouth from when he'd spit. "I really love you," he admitted, the first time he'd ever said as much aloud but it, like the rest of his words, couldn't be helped. Closing his eyes he laughed again before bracing himself against the wall and used it to climb to his feet.