At times, perhaps, but not now. He rolls his eyes as Reynard speaks, obviously not buying it, and maybe he doesn't shrug off the touch, allows him closer, but nothing in him softens. If anything it serves to move him from confusion to genuine anger, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

"Don't." His voice too, is hard, pointed. Low in a way that edges on a growl. "Do you really think so little of me that you believe you can talk me in circles until I think it was all in my head?"

It's true, he hates a possessive nature in a partner, but such a blatant attempt to manipulate him certainly doesn't help. He's not typically someone easy to push to genuine anger, but oh he's there now, and he expects he's only going to get moreso before the night is over.

"I asked you a question, Reynard. If you can't answer it, then you might as well fuck off."