Hazel squeaks and Reynard laughs. Although he glides smoothly and easily across the ice, he is the perfect thing to hold onto as no matter how much she might tug him he stands firm.

When she finally gives in and thanks him, his grin grows wide. He takes his hat off with his free hand and bows to her. "You're very welcome, my lady."

Setting his hat on his head again, he straightens and pulls her a little closer as they move further into the street. "Would you prefer actual skates to your shoes?"