The new topic catches his attention enough that he forgets about the shadow entirely, lofts an eyebrow at her stage whisper and lets his eyes run over the bundle of papers. Blackcake is hardly the worst thing they've confiscated. Surely it would only be a matter of a fine? Depending on how much....

Yet she goes on, and he can't help the impish humour that fuels his next question.

"Oh? Are the Guardians as frightening as all that?"

He supposes by reputation the idea is daunting, but he can't truly imagining anyone being genuinely frightened of him once they've met him. Faolan, perhaps, if they met him pre-coffee. Not him though. All he does is bore people with photos of his dog.