Sarcasm is not particularly strange to Reynard. He lives in Scotland. The wettest country with the driest humour. Whether she meant it as sarcasm or not, that's how he takes it.

He watches her with the bemused, pinched smile of a man watching some stranger's child earnestly act at being grown up.

"Confidence is all very… charming. I'm not saying you shouldn't be confident, but people are flawed. Inherently. Everything is flawed. If you don't see your own, then you're blind and that is, in itself, a flaw," he explains without malice. Vague amusement, and uncertainty of her honesty, perhaps. "Being able to see where you can improve as a person is more valuable than proclaiming your self-declared perfection."