"Mn, I'm sure you would," he uttered with a nod, smile turning the slightest bit bittersweet.

'Tracks'... yes, some of them covered in snow - others, earth. It wasn't something he'd care to mention so easily, but Grell had taken it all in stride, as of then. So though he might have hesitated, tapping a finger at his collar, and yet...

"Though-- that isn't why I left."