The fox-masked man didn't seem to be particularly affected by the dancing girl's seductive movements at all. He simply stared back at her, letting her touch him. He didn't even move. What a creeper. By now his mutterings had stopped and the looming darkness in the eye slits of his mask said nothing. 

	The Rabbit perked from its chair and glanced backward. If it could have frowned visibly, it would've. The rabbit tapped its claws on the counter some more with a satisfying 'ratta tat tat' that seemed to resonate throughout the tavern. The Fox perked, glancing over. It was obvious to anyone who was paying attention that they were communicating.

	The Fox seemed to shrug off the Rabbit and look back to the dancing girl. He reached out a hand to her, going to touch her stomach... No. To touch the jewels and clinking strands that were hanging there. He gave them a soft tug before his claws traced her upwards to her neck and then her cheek. The Rabbit watched before whipping right around, ears bobbing. After a brief moment, the Fox removed his touch, dug into his pockets and produced a bead. He held it out to the dancing girl. 

	The bead was a deep red color and had a certain glimmer. Most fools probably wouldn't think it was valuable but the Fox evidently thought otherwise. His hand was hesitant.