One thing Thomas wasn't worried about was a ransom. His family had disowned him, disavowed him even. They'd cut off his stipend, and as far as they were concerned, he could be dead for all they cared. At least, that was the official story. He kept in communication with his elder sister, but it was on the down low. It wouldn't due for her to be found consorting with the exiled one, after all.

And this didn't feel like a kidnapping. It felt more like some weird, fae dislocation. He scoffed at the thought, shaking his head. If that had been the reason for their ending up here, Harry probably had something to do with it, which meant they'd be running into his little brother at some point. Looking around at their unfamiliar surroundings, he off-handedly noted exactly how little he'd mind that.

"I think you're the mistress of helpless, love." He nodded as they continued on their way down the street, noting places as he passed them. It would be beneficial to both of them if they familiarized themselves with the place. "It's sort of weird to think about, but you're probably right." But how 'other' they were talking was anyone's guess.