Whether he noted the discomfort or just because he would have anyway, Reynard pulled his hand back and offered a shrug instead. "Nothing yet. I just got here, I know nothing of the situation and I don't enjoy ignorance. At least not in myself."

In others it was a treasure. "The difficulty is to figure out how to fit in without offending in the process, isn't it?" That said Reynard stepped forward to open the door to the coffee shop and let Lancelot walk in first. "After you."

He listened to the song being played inside the shop. Revival of the nineties everywhere. "Good music. What bands do you like?"