Crane looks curiously at Reign, an expression of being completely lost on his face. "Sorry, no, i have no phone. But i have an internet mail address, if you want that. And you two, Miss Tvivel. It is XXXXXXXX@XXXXXXX.chi. Always good to know more people...i plan on opening a monastary soon, here, and it would be wonderful to know more people to invite, or atleast tour around the place."
He looks hopeful, although utterly clueless. Also, since entering into conversation with Reign, has not let his eyes drift below her neck. That would be improper. Far too improper.