Nordin stumbles from the shove and drops his glass of wine. The sound of shattering glass rings in his ears as he gains his balance again. He looks up to notice that the boy had turned around and was walking away. Nordin Sighs reaches for his little black book and with a few strides and one quiet jingle form the bell he wears around his neck was caught up to the boy. "hmm it seems that you have made me drop mine one. So it now seems that you are left with two choices. Either you allow me to accompany you how or I'll have to call the police and have them accompany you home." As he continues to read his book and walk next to the young boy.