Ah, well. So Elidibus knows enough about Fauns to render Myr's ploy transparent--that's discomfiting, but not enough to make him call it off.

He gives a brusque nod of acknowledgment to the other man's words, perceiving the intent behind them. It's smart. Careful. "Very well. Come on, Crookytail."

This last is directed to the wormipede with him; Myr gives her a gentle pat on the back to get her moving when she'd linger to study Elidibus with faint suspicion. Soon enough the odd pair is disappearing around the far corner of the street, headed off to the park.

It isn't a long walk--not even long enough for a Faun's anxious instincts to take over and give him cold hooves. Myr takes his time selecting a place for their meeting, feeling his way around the fountain for somewhere that seems to have a proper amount of concealing foliage. He's likely still about the task when Elidibus arrives--there not being anything, in these depths of winter, that quite meets a Faun's needs.