By all accounts Majima is tall and broad enough to be intimidating as he grabs Reynard's shirt, but the Winter spirit remains unfazed. His smile does fade slightly as his focus switches to judging the man's next move. A shove isn't enough to be concerned by. He's forced a few steps back, boots barely making the snow crunch.

When Majima agrees, Reynard's smile returns. He doesn't ask again or make any more comments. In fact, he doesn't give any warning before he marches swiftly up to Majima and raises a hand. A flash of brilliant white with all the burning force of the reflected sun burns into Majima's remaining eye. At the same time the cool weight of his PINpoint is placed into his hand, his thumb moved to a particular button. "That's the one you want. Don't get lost now."