Skellig takes note first of the crowd of revelers, cocking his head curiously at the energy that he is sensing throughout the people who are coming and going from the establishment as they walk around into the alley.

(Throughout his lifetime - lifetimes? - he has found himself often in places that some might consider 'less than reputable'. People tend to ask less questions; they don't care who you are, why you are there, what your plans exactly are. And they are willing to look the other way, when the need arises.)

"A most curious door," he comments, sliding a little closer to her, one arm reaching out, his hand settling against her lower back as he looks up at the rooftop. "They will not question just exactly how you and your...friend...managed to get up there, to enter?"

The energy in the space inside the walls is positive, joyful, devious. Skellig appreciates it, even if he has no need to absorb any of it to replenish his own reserves. Kreyu has done a splendid job of taking care of him in that manner. With his ears, he's already listening around them - footsteps that might enter the alley, see them 'jump'.