The maneuver wasn't exactly unexpected and it kind of excited him, really. He'd gladly take any excuse to wrestle Lindsey down, no doubt in him that he'd gain the upper hand here.

But of course someone had to spoil his fun. With an annoyed huff of breath, Reynard looked at the man and his smile, his head tilted to the side. If Reynard was alarmed, it certainly didn't show. He stayed crouched down, turning the knife in his hand and pretended that a dozen security men weren't much of a problem for him. Possibly they weren't, it was certainly hard to tell from his expression.

"...is your daughter Miss Manners? Because I think I'd like to meet her." He smirked for himself, then looked at Lindsey, smiling as he saw his bleeding neck. "Lindsey hasn't been overly polite or respectful, no. But I assume that's just company policy, so I don't know if you can really blame him for it."

He shrugged. "I just have my own policy on how to react to it."