The Underground

This place wasn't exactly what Reynard would have picked, but he didn't really mind either. The good thing about the current fashion was that he could walk in just about anywhere, even with worn jeans, old boots and nothing but a simple shirt under a very used leather jacket and not even raise an eyebrow. Someone had actually asked him where he'd bought the leather jacket a day or two ago. He hadn't really been able to give a satisfying answer, since he had stolen it, but it very much confirmed that right now looking like fashion didn't matter was in fashion.

Even in a relatively high-class bar like this.

He had known Eames for years, but that wasn't really saying much. Once one got to his age, it was easy to know a lot of people by a number of years. However, he had never to his knowledge offended Eames, which was something that did get increasingly rarer the longer he knew someone, especially if they were fae. Maybe it was just because he'd never before had reason to pay much attention to him, but things were clearly different now. Reynard was new in town and already things were happening that he would like to know more about. Also, that aside, what could he say? Eames was attractive, now that he took time to notice it.

So it was with a smile that he sat down across from the man, giving him a quick once-over. "I can't decide if you looked better with blood all over you. Show me your profile, I'll try to make up my mind."