Self-consciously he finds himself adjusting his hood, even as he gives Jacob a wry smile.

"I suppose I am. Though you seem to be faring far better at this."

Then again, Jacob strikes him as the sort to know his way around the streets, and those who might frequent said streets. Far more than Anduin would, having spent so much of his life stuck inside the keep.

Maybe, just maybe, he could pick up a few pointers.