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He stared up in disbelief as she explained the hour was more perfect than any other, and even if she gave it a reasonable explanation that it was the best time to see the stars he never bothered to look at before, she found her words inexcusable. In what world was the nightly hours bearable? None, because there was no other world but this, he thought. Even if they were, he doubted that the inhabitants would be frolicking around on their roofs to stargaze when one wanted to sleep despite his troubles doing so.
He was definitely considering shutting the window on her, but her mention of throwing more rocks worried him. While the prospect of losing more sleep was daunting, he would not appreciate if she accidently knocked out the glass in his window. Or, more so, he would not think Skye would like it. He was not quite sure how she would react, but he'd guess she would rather find him on the roof than coming into his room to find a broken window. But, despite his musings, he could not help but grin at her other "threat". "I'm sure you don't sing bad," he said amusingly, though he was still annoyed.
"But, whatever, I'm coming up." With that, he walked soundlessly across his room and grabbed his ragged sachel. After carelessly dumping out its contents on his bed, papers and quills and small books tumbling out, he went to his desk and grabbed the books. He inspected the covers briefly before sticking them into the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. With a rub of his head, pushing his already disheveled hair into a more tousled mess, he went back to the window where Eclipse waited.
He leaned out of the window, and began to wonder exactly how he was supposed to get up there. But, he did not want the woman to think that he was chickening out, and stepped out of the room, careful as he gripped on the small stripe of wood above his window as he stood on the sill. Cautious, though faster than he would have thought, he managed to clamber his way onto the roof, and heaved himself up the last few inches with a huff.
"Okay, now what?" he questioned after settling himself near her, taking in what she was wearing now that he was at a proper angle. He was quick to notice that she was wearing a dress instead of the waistcoat that he had gave her, and thought it was nice. While he was looking at her, he noticed something... weird. Something was off, but he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, it was faint, but it grabbed at his attention like he needed to know about it.
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