Reiner is indeed correct; it's only been a few months since Natsume arrived, so this is the first time he's even heard of him. Natsume's head tilts as he watches the odd mix of expression on the man's face, but he stays firm in his assessment. If Reiner could be so kind and respectful toward an animal, even if that animal happened to be a dragon, then Natsume saw no reason to think otherwise.

"You can call me Natsume. Will you tell me about yourself?" The words came out a little muddled. He'll listen, but he'll also be attempting to gnaw on the honeycomb without making a mess. That was a challenge he had yet to master, but thankfully he had a double-eyelid in this form. He also knew their waitress would come by with a bowl of warm water and a little towel for him later. He was going to need it. While he managed not to get honey in his wings, it does seem to get nearly everywhere else. Natsume knew better than to change back for cleanup though. Last time he'd tried that while covered in pumpkin guts, he ended up wearing an even bigger mess somehow. He didn't need to be dripping honey from his hair or clothes.

Who knows, maybe Reiner would find it entertaining to watch him and forget whatever he'd been thinking of that brought his mood down.