He ducks his head and purses his lips as if he's trying to school his expression into something more serious and failing miserably. He is determined not to be one of those obnoxious people who can't ever take a compliment, but neither is he capable of playing it cool. Because Wolfgang is not cool. By anyone's definition. (Nerd.) "No, it's fine, I'm not offended --" He feels vaguely as if he ought to apologise, but... that's just him, Wolfgang consistently feels as if he ought to apologise for existing and taking up other people's air. "Thank you, though?"

Before either of them reaches critical awkward mass, he nods his head in the direction of the nearest train station. "Are you ready to go?"