Reynard lifted his arm to lazily lick one of the wounds, not even thinking about it. He wasn't exactly trying to blend in as human right now, given they were on the outskirts of a battle between creatures that weren't human at all. He let out a soft chuckle at Eames's comment, not feeling very insulted. "That's what you say now. You'd be more grateful if I'd kept you from getting stabbed in the back during the fight. I haven't, but I would have if I had had the chance and I feel even hypothetical gratitude should reflect itself in better manners."

With a quick lick of his lips and a barely noticeable shrug he moved on from his mock offended argument. There were things of actual interest here. "I've not been in the city long. Care to tell me why the fae are fighting parasites in this realm?"