A certain Winter spirit is nearby definitely not lured in by the effects of strife. Reynard stops, hands on his hips, and looks the wizard over.

"Really? You look awful," he informs Naugus with a sympathetic wince. Then his eyebrows lift and he motions to the other's face. "Though the gash significantly improves things. And the blood stains."

It doesn't really count as pushing his luck when he's empowered by a Season.