The rules no longer apply. The though alone made him cringe, what did she mean that he no longer needed to follow what he had learned all this long? It meant change, and not just a single change like the choice of a new tie, but a sweeping change that was going to affect all of his interactions with people. Rules, when changed had that kind of sweeping effect. That alone would have been enough to make him follow her, but then she had to go and mention Lindsey and danger in the same breath.<br/><br/>He was going to need to know how to keep her safe from...him and his kind. So he slipped on the slippers that were by the door, grabbed the keys off the table right next to his door way and followed her out, slamming and locking the door. As he followed her out his hand moved to his chest, he wished he could feel something in his chest, all he felt was cold. And the other thing she was quite right about, he did not have the urge to go to the bathroom, all of that was different. even his bodily function had changed and from the word "Masquerade" he knew that there was going to have to be some deception that he was going to have to do that was related to hid bodily functions especially due to the closeness of the two mentions of both.<br/><br/>She did not have to tell him to come, he followed already. A list of questions forming in his head, his mouth preparing to ask them when he knew that he was away from the potential ears that resided in every single door between his apartment and the emergency exit. He felt the kiss of the cold air along his chest since his shirt still hung off his shoulders, not buttoned up. The cold air almost made him want to, but he didn't. His mind was focused on acquiring as much facts and things he could.<br/><br/>His hand did not touch the railing, he just stepped down the stairs behind her, his face blank as his mind was buried in thought. So buried in thought that he almost did not notice her stop. But luckily he did, though he was standing very close behind her, his nose able to pick up her scent, with a few strands of her hair hitting his face.<br/><br/>Henry made a decision not to start off just with questions. He was going to begin with a statement that was issued in a quiet voice that could almost be a whisper as he stood there so close to her body.<br/><br/>"It was one of the reasons I decided to live here because of that beautiful view." He paused before he spoke once more. "Daniela, I need you to tell me all of the things I can do to ensure that I do not step on the toes of your kind as well as keeping all I hold dear while I find my way back to humanity. I know that is not what you want to hear but you know me Daniela. I am structured, controlled, and always planning things in advance well ahead of time, so please just give me the chance to live the life I was supposed to lead."<br/><br/>Henry was not the type to say that Fate really played a role in things all that much, he was the type that believed that you are to forge you path and that was your fate, he had forged his path but she had altered it. At this point, until he could make a complete path readjustment, he was going to have to tread middle ground. A middle ground he knew nothing about, and the only one who could tell him about it was her.