Hound watched as the other crossed his arms and took up a thoughtful expression... or what he assumed was one behind the shades. Who wore them at night, though, really? At least he was taking the matter seriously... the contractor waited patiently, shifting a bit as the blood rushed to his head following the siren song of gravity. When Epoch made his offer, despite the rough language Hound smiled. Diplomacy wasn't dead!
He nodded, then left the roof in one fluid movement, turning his body so that he flipped footfirst onto the precarious perch of a windowsill. Hound eyed Kartahn warily. They were very, very close now, and if Kartahn made to move now Hound would fall most inelegantly into the unwelcoming branches of the tree. "May I come inside, then? ... If you would be so kind to turn down the music." He tipped his hat low enough to cover his ears, frowning slightly.