"You think I don't take you seriously?" Lestat asks, playfully, and drops his gaze towards the building, scanning it for handholds. If Rorschach made his way to the roof, it stands to reason Lestat can do the same. He hasn't decided if he will, yet, but it's a consideration.

"I take you more seriously than the bleating lambs we find ourselves surrounded with," he thinks, his mental voice smooth and at ease. "I wouldn't offer my help so freely to just anyone."

"But you're at liberty to forge on unassisted, of course." He lifts his shining eyes back up to Rorschach. "No need to render a verdict in the moment. Only consider it a proposition, one like mind to another. Because I think perhaps we are of like minds, in our ways. On that account, you may consider me as serious as the shadow of death itself, Mr. Rorschach."