Reynard doesn't blink as he watches Loki behind his smile. There are thoughts on the tip of his tongue, but the likelihood of them offending the god somehow is too high. As much as he does so enjoy needling other people, especially people he doesn't particularly like, and particularly when it might lead to a revelation, he does have some survival instincts.

He concedes his point with the slightest bow. "As I said, outside of Winter I have no desire to tread on your toes. Right now I'm just a man talking to a god while I get some work done."