Damian was going to be in big trouble, and he didn't even leave his home for it.

Some stranger had the audacity of climbing and entering his home, so he took it upon himself to defend himself by knocking out the intruder promptly and apprehending them using his long black hair as bindings to a chair. Crude treatment, but it was all he could think to do in such short notice.

Damian sighs as he paces around the room, thinking on how to handle both the unknown person and his plan to see the floating lights. Both of which were clearly conflicting with each other.

It was clear he couldn't just leave them alone, for they had seen too much and were probably to kidnap him for his hair, or cut it and sell it to the highest bidder. Or perhaps both. And to kill them was out of the question as well, cleaning up such a mess would be too much considering the lengthy trip he will do leaving and coming back to his tower to see the lights – Mother Gothel would be home before he could even get rid of the blood stains or the body, it was too big of a risk that he didn't want to take.

Considering the outsider to be... Well, an outsider. Damian considers the following – take the stranger as hostage and use them as a guide to the world beyond his tower.

With a firm nod to the change of plans, he simply waits with his arms crossed with a focused expression as he watches the alien stir awake from the earlier knockout, waiting on them to be fully awake before he brings up his proposal.

"You are to lead me to the floating lights, Intruder." He spoke without giving them a chance to deny his offer, he tries to keep the tremble away from his voice, but he stands tall – or at least as tall as he could to the possible threat. He could definitely take them on, considering his years of self training. Granted he never sparred with anyone else but the air, but it was still something...