[As the other pulls away he'll simply shove his hands into his pockets and follow. He's somewhat taken aback by the tone and words snapped at him, hearing a good deal of Whele Sr. in it. He shrugs it off and motions for the steps.]

Go on then. I'll be right behind you.

[A pause and then he adds.]

But if you get tired I can help. All you need to do is ask. It wouldn't take much to go out a window.

[He's willing to bet he hasn't even though of flying and 5 floors is nothing with the beat of his wings.]