Vax feels at the wall behind him, the texture of the bricks, trying to determine how easily he'll be able to scale it like this. A jump, spring off the man's arm, maybe, arm to shoulder then jump for a better handhold, but he's too winded for that much himself, only smirks up at the other, settling for dodging side to side while he catches his breath, golden light outlining the details of his armor before blinking out again, confirming the chase is at an end.

"You sound like a friend of mine," he says breathlessly with a reckless grin, the gleam in his eyes maybe a little too-bright under the influence of the vættir. "Where's the fun in asking for a mug when you can just take it?"

His next dodge is a shade too slow, the older man finally managing contact, no matter how brief.

"I've been making bad first impressions since I was a child, why start something new now?"