"I... will grant you that." Oswald admits, eyes scanning the crowd. "The opinions of passerby don't mean much to me, but neither do I have any wish to pull anyone uninvolved into a skirmish."

These are still unfamiliar concepts to him; concern and consideration for others, or the idea that there may even be such a thing as 'noncombatants.' And the novelty of such things shows in his face; how his eyes dart to the ground for a moment in consideration, how his lips twist into a hard line when he concentrates on the idea and that it might be something to consider.

But during that time, his hand also finds itself ghosting over Sigurd's horns, making the dragon pause in its puffed up display and glance up at him with a confused chirping noise. But Oswald himself puts his eyes on the newcomer, trying to gauge him.

"Your concern is... noteworthy, however."