The swinub isn't the only one enjoying all of this. Reaching out a hand, Reynard pats the friendly little creature when it comes close enough. Whether it knew it or not, it had done well. He's happy to pet the piglet while Lawrence gets his almost-cursing out of his system.

"I'm not sure," he says in mock-thoughtfulness. Turning from the swinub to Lawrence he tilts his head the other way. "What's in it for me?"