He doesn't pursue her across the room. He tossed the disguise sideways onto her couch, and looks around, as if savoring the feel of her in the room and the stacks of books could be soaked in. There's something odd about Daniel in a suit coat like this; he looks different, upright, a bit more like a businessman than he has ever looked before. There's something of that in his voice, too, if businessmen knew how to laugh at themselves like that.
"She let me out for the masquerade," he said, smoothly, as if he wasn't saying that he needed permission to walk out of his goddamn doorway. "And then I snuck out. To see you." He paused. "I'll go back before it ends. Nobody will know." The blue eyes twinkle a little as they came down the long line of her dress--and that's it. The difference is there, not just the suit, or the fact he's standing in her apartment. It's that he's smiling, just a little, in a way he hasn't in a long time. "Do you want me to go?"