It wasn't terribly hard to get onto the roof. Damian had done it numerous times. There were no shortage of trees that lined the manor. It was a little more tricky with the gallon water jug he'd procured—not cold, but more room temperature— but nothing he couldn't handle. He wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived. Given the incidents that had already occurred anything seemed likely. At the very least, the sudden darkness and chilling wind would have an easier time hiding their approach..
Instead, he saw Loki sitting almost serenely, his words and tone of voice almost languid. The knife had disappeared but the green glow was still present- looking more intense under the night sky. Damian listened as Loki spoke. As long as they weren't in any immediate danger and Loki wasn't teleporting about, he could talk about anything he liked. Damian took a few measured steps towards Loki, making sure to keep his pace normal so as not to tip Loki off or startle him. He just needed to get close enough to him to drench him. "It's your dream," Damian replied. He would have shrugged but he honestly didn't care enough. "How am I supposed to know?"