There is a very simple reason Reynard would ever refrain from suggesting a therapist: Someone might end up suggesting it back at him. For someone so natural at hiding himself and keeping secrets, the idea of being honest and open with anyone voluntarily is… daunting. Someone to have a glass of wine with and talk nonsense until it makes sense? Now that's a much better idea.

All thoughts on the virtues of a good confidant/verbal sparring partner are forgotten once Loki introduces himself.

Reynard groans, rolling his eyes right around and then heaving a sigh. He sets his cup down on the table, steps away from it and then gives a flourished bow with a pinched smile. "An honour to make your acquaintance."

When he straightens again, the smile gone, he picks his cup back up and immediately takes another sip before saying anything else. "My name is Reynard North."