Now then, isn't this person dressed oddly… Warmly, at least. Maybe it's this foreign look that doesn't sit right with Reynard, but something definitely doesn't. It's that vague feeling of being around a predator that he can never quite explain. He's not afraid, but he'll allow himself a healthy wariness.

Then again it could all be down to the egotistical answer delivered in a less than egotistical fashion.

"Everyone has something. Nobody's perfect and everyone has something they'd like to improve about themselves." Reynard waves a hand before setting it on his hip. "Hubris, for example…"