Reynard's grin widens and there's something not entirely pleasant about his low chuckle. "I bet you have."

Suddenly bright and cheerful again, he straightens and sets his hands on his hips. "I have plenty to do out here, but a drink is a good idea." Casting an eye back to the moped, then to the snow around them, and finally to Josh again. "Bringing the moped through this weather... might not be so clever."