[ Perhaps he should have asked for permission. After all, Alan is a Wildcard, now deigned a divine status by the House. But before Reign could otherwise reconsider his action, he's already reaching his hands out to grab hold of Alan's right hand, oddly gentle and cool fingers brushing across the pen callus. ]

Your mother would be very proud of you. [ He says absent-mindedly, then realises what he'd been doing and sheepishly pulls his hands back, glad to focus back on the Judas goat. ]

The goat is like an outcast. Takes one to recognise another. [ Is there more to Reign's story? Sure is, but now's not the time. Which is why he's quick to put on a bright smile once more. ] Is there anything else you would like to ask this servant? A request for more food or drinks? If you don't want a foot massage, how about a shoulder massage?