Caspar stares at him, unblinking, his only movement a more careful grip about his PINpoint. The small bag of groceries he dropped earlier is a lost cause, but at least he can blame it on Reynard. That makes him feel a little better, and keeps him from outright sneering at the winter spirit's reply.

"I have the memory of a machine. I'll remember this as well as I remember anything else." He licks his lips; they're getting a little chapped in the brisk air. "You're telling me that you did this for the memories? The notoriety?"