Reynard watches her patiently. Still in a crouch, unconcerned by staying so still while he waits. Dressed head to toe in clothes from his world's past, he certainly stands out. Luckily for him the leather of his gloves, coat and boots and, more importantly, his feathered hat, all work wonderfully with his mischievous grin, dramatic beard and the playful glint in his eye. That none of it is particularly warm doesn't seem to bother him, unsurprisingly.