[ Reynir nods, understanding, he thinks, why Lan Xichen would want to qualify his guess. He is familiar with how uncertain and murky it can be, trying to make sense out of dreams and omens. This guy's guess sounds like a good one, but it is still good to know that it is a guess. ]

Cultivators, hmm? That sounds kinda cool.

[ Then, when Lan Xichen bows, for a moment Reynir is confused, never having seen the gesture. With a start he realizes maybe he's being rude not mirroring it back? Maybe it's like waving and for him to not do it back is impolite. ]

Oh! Um...

[ He quickly attempts an imitation of the bow, which is sloppy but clearly earnest and well intentioned. He is smiling when he lifts his head again. ]

Gusu? I haven't heard of it. But I haven't heard of a lot of places. Zewu-jun. It's nice to meet you!

[ What Reynir lacks in formality he seems to make up for in genuine friendliness. Though a little furrow forms between his brows when Lan Xichen asks about titles, and he tilts his head to the side. ]

Title? How do you mean?

[ Icelandic naming conventions being what they are, the idea of being addressed by anything other than his first name is pretty strange to Reynir, so he answers the best he can: ]

Um, just 'Reynir' is fine!