You sit, feeling a little stunned. What's gotten into him? This is the same kind of bright, hassling arrogance he used on you when you first met, is he blackflirting with all of them? ... No. No, you realize, he's not; he's scared of them. He must've been scared of you too, once upon a time. And you never would've understood if not for Lainey pointing out that a griffin as small as Reggie is more prey than predator. What to do about it, well, maybe nothing. You think this is probably as safe a crowd as any. They're confident and relaxed because they have powerful drinkers protecting them, and they probably all know by now how you took out those five party vamps in less than an hour, and can see you took nothing worse than a bit of bruising, so no one's likely to pick a fight or push you. Satisfied with your reasoning, you let your shoulders relax, and smile. "It's all right if we eat? Thanks so much, I'm ravenous."