By the time you figure out the rules I broke

My hand is fine. I'm not a kitten that needs to be carried around by the scruff.

[He's a sect leader! He has some dignity! Sometimes! Occasionally!]

It beats trying to scale the side of the building. What floor is this? It'd be bad to get the wrong window.

[In the meantime, he's counting the number of doors and calculating roughly where his counterpart's apartment should be from the outside.]