Regulus was used to people not quite knowing how to respond to him and his antics. He was the man with a pig, a cat, and a House Elf after all. And especially when he was out with Lord Atherol it seemed as if people didn’t quite want to accept they were even seeing a pig on a leash. Unexpected well wishes from him were in a similar vein, he supposed. He didn’t do that often.
He fiddled with the plastic wrapper still attached to the cane while he nodded, just going with his original set course. “I am. It’s all Christmas-y and white-”
Just as he finished saying that an arrangement of ornaments on a nearby tree chimed out an impromptu, “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…” Their small voices weren’t over powering, but they did make Regulus glance at them.