At least Zulf doesn't seem to be much offended at the greeting or the look on the other man's face. In the current state of his mind, Zulf figures he deserves whatever comes to him. So there's just a simple nod and a bit of shuffling in place. He doesn't want to bother putting down his small pile just in case it's more of a bother to gather it all up again. It's as neat as he could make it, but, well, it still might topple over or get blown away by a passing breeze. After a moment, he finally takes a step forward and behind him coming out from behind his skirts are a pair of discarded shoes.

He makes sure to give the redhead plenty of room as he passes by to stop inside the home. There's a glance about as he tries to figure out on his own where to go.