He didn't know how else to approach you. It wasn't easy for Waylon to wander though society, looking the way that he did. He feared you would take one look at him on the street and run away, just like everybody else. So, he instead decided to take you back down into the sewers with him. It was a maze down here, and he could easily sniff out your scent.

"Please don't be afraid of me," he mumbled. You looked so small and frightened, pressed against the wall, and Waylon's eyes watched you softly.