"I don't need promises, I'll just make assumptions." Seemed more self-sufficient. Reynard pulled out both of his knifes, debating whether he should wipe them clean and then deciding that it didn't matter much either way. If he was worried about getting out of here, it definitely didn't show. He'd survived far worse. "I think the weather's actually not that bad, given the season."

With that nice closure to the start of their conversation he is gone, soon around the corner and vanishing into the fray.