Jin kept a pleasant expression as Akiko introduced herself, giving a small chuckle at the trite humor inherent in her name. "I suppose neither of us ought to be held accountable for our parents' taste, or lack thereof." Then, he beamed with pride when she complimented him on his mirror plan, apparently unafraid to wear his heart on his sleeve in front of her. And, at the mention of further amusement, his grin widened even further. It was clear from her adherence to the unwritten rules of their improvised game and the elegance with which she instilled chaos that the two of them would get along just fine. However, he wondered just how ambitious and adventurous she was. Peach stands spilling into market squares were great fun, no doubt, but his soul hungered for something bigger. 

"I've only just arrived in this city myself," he said, placing his hands behind his head and leaning against the wall opposite Akiko in a relaxed fashion, "so I don't exactly know who runs this place yet, but I certainly intend on finding out." His grin of general pleasure curved into one laced with mischief. Any kitsune would know that look. Jin had decided to set his eyes far higher than the commoners who roamed the streets. "The humans were talking about a castle nearby. That means some big important guy must live there. I wonder what he's like..." Jin said no more about the matter, but his expression made it clear that this castle was going to be his new playground. He had spent enough time tormenting peasants in mountain villages. They were so predictable and easy for him to conquer. But aristocrats, he had only encountered those on a few occasions. Their reactions to his antics were priceless; perhaps it was so amusing because they were so certain that nothing could touch them. However, he had yet to hunt them in their own territory. He had spoiled their moods, but had had never turned their lives upside down. 

He pushed off the wall, his mind made up, then looked over at Akiko. He had never worked with another fox before, not always out of unwillingness -- although he did have a couple of siblings he would care never to see again -- but mostly because of incompatibility. The others he had met were too cautious, too skittish, too content with small victories. Indeed, the others he met would have fled from the mirror. But this female, perhaps his idea would entice her rather than deter her. He looked her right in the eyes, his own torrid with eager ambition, and looked for the slightest flicker of emotion, be it excitement or timidity. They needed no words to play their game, and they needed no words here; if the thought did not enter her head from what was already said and drive her to pursue it, the unfortunately there would be little need for any further words between them.