He would follow her regardless of what she thought of his previous declaration in the Smithsonian. Right now, his entire world was made up of her, and while it might fade in time as he got used to the whole thing, he would follow her, even if it was right into a trap. He would walk wearily into it, but at her word, he would step inside and no doubt let the cage door slam shut behind him. How long he stayed there was another matter entirely. Almost anything was a weapon in his hands, locks, computer or otherwise were not an issue for him. Eventually, he would escape.

Yet, this life sitting on the kitchen floor, his legs spread out before him, looking at his own toes was a strange one. He turned his head slightly at the sound of her footsteps coming back to the kitchen, though he made no move to get up to greet her. He remained on the floor and watched her, easily noting her mood and the hurried pace she went from the kitchen door to the sink.

"Is something the matter?" He shrugged at the idea that she needed sleep, and he wasn't about to go off and find some himself right now. He was wide awake, and he thought guarding over her was more important. "Sleep well then."