A suit? In his world, he was the suit, and not a person to be trifled with. People feared his father, but in some ways, he was more of a threat than that old man had ever been. The old man, he didn't get the inner workings, but Rufus did and it made him dangerous. And he enjoyed the most the inner workings of people, because those could be used towards his own ends.

The response from Parker would cause a small gleam to enter Rufus' eyes, perhaps analyzing to see if he'd caught the implication, before Rufus finally decided he didn't wish to play as aloof as he had been, and would be far more direct.

Stepping off the porch he had been staying on, almost as if protecting himself, he started to move towards the other man, arms folded across his chest, not in defense, but in an indication of power, and when he spoke, his words no longer held the tinge of annoyance they had been; replaced, instead, with an indication that he wasn't fooling around and wanted to see exactly what sort of person he was dealing with.

"I would have thought what I wanted to know would be obvious, considering the situation, but I can spell it out if it makes you feel better. Where is this? How did I get here? Why am I here? Who exactly are you? Who runs this place? Is it dangerous? And how do I get out of here?"