"No accounting for tastes, I guess." His tone is dry but amused. Why waste breath disputing the truth?

He steps back from the window, only given pause when he glances over his shoulder and notices that overt hesitation doesn't also seem like a sarcastic put-on.

"The height's not going to be a problem for you, is it? We could find another way out." They'd just have to risk running into another one of those things, and potentially without being able to conveniently give it the slip.