Though he took great shame in his own reaction, Reginald couldn't help but be offended and disappointed in Kiley's reaction, at least in small parts. He supposed he couldn't blame the girl -- he had no idea what these past weeks had been like for her. But her demands dragged a weary sigh out of the old man. Yes, he most certainly should have had cuppas first. And then just as quickly a surprised chuckle out of him at Chase's reaction. He would not have expected either of these reactions. He clapped the young man on the shoulder, smiling again, and felt a bit better for it. Though he knew there was some handling while he was unconscious, that was his first conscious contact with another human being in quite some time. He was touched, though he kept a firm grip of his emotions.
"I'm not certain that I could ever give you any sort of answer to set your mind at ease, Kiley." When Chase released him Reginald moved to the nearest armchair, sitting slowly and carefully before relaxing completely. His joints were stiffer than he remembered. That seemed to be the standard for any time he was put out and hauled around. "I could let you cut me to prove I am in fact human, but I'm old and prefer to keep my blood where it is. Some days it feels a miracle it pumps at all." Putting his cane between his knees and resting both hands on it, he looked to her. "You'll have to tell me, dear. What it is you need from me. Or you'll just have to be on your guard around me until such a time that you decide I'm safe enough."