[A British Magus? Someone from the Clocktower perhaps? The thought popped into his head, information that he should not have known at this point in his mortal life being supplied. He hated it when it happened, as it felt like cheating to him, but he knew it was necessary to function

But no Servant... or least none he can sense, he can't rule out that this might be Assassin's Master... yet, something doesn't feel right]

I'm where I'm required to be.

[He smiles, shrugging casually, though his gray eyes was still watching]

So what brings you to this rooftop then?