If he'd have thought about it, Reynard wouldn't have been surprised to hear something like that coming out of Tina's mouth. As it stands, however, he shushes her hastily, his head spinning to scan for the tell-tale sign of red hair. Seeing none, he turns back to Tina to splutter and rub the back of his neck.

"Well- It's- No." Not that he hasn't thought about the potential. "No, she's… She's another spirit. Like me." He takes his hand from his neck and cringes. "And she'd kill me if she thought I was spreading rumours like that. So please don't say anything like that around her..."

Pleading done, he shifts awkwardly on the spot to hide a growing smile, accompanied by a shrug. "But she is a good cook."