He has no goddamn idea why Plagg is making him do this. It’s crazy. It’s disturbed. It’s absolutely the last thing he’d ever-
Wait, never mind, he knows exactly why Plagg is making him do this.
The ring burns at his hand, threatening to burst into flames of destruction if he doesn’t do what the demon wants, and he unwillingly lands on the windowsill of the Dupain-Cheng household, transformed, exhausted, at three in the morning.
There she is, little Miss Crazy. He hesitated, and finds himself scalded by the band around his finger. “Ah!” he waves his hand, slightly panicked. “Okay, okay!” he jumps into the room, grabbing Bridgette’s wrist and rolling his eyes. “You’re coming with me. You don’t get a say in it and neither do I, a demon’s forcing me to.” He swung her up into his arms, princess-style- he wasn’t an animal after all- and quietly thanked what little luck he had that the suit came with extra strength as he jumped out the window.
He closed his eyes and sighed in relief as soon as they were far enough away that the burning subsided, and then it hit him- he’d just kidnapped his stalker.