The claws slowly drawing themselves across the dancing girl's lithe body sped her heart, causing her blood to race.  The ripple of fear slipping through her form.  Then came the rabbit's reaction.  The dancing girl simply couldn't figure it out.  The only thing she was sure of at the moment was that disappearing alone into a room with the fox probably wasn't a good idea given his claw play.  After all, men usually didn't try and terrify their prospective paramours.

The bead then was a bit of a surprise.  What was it?  Was it a peace offering?  Was it patronage?  She accepted his gift humbly.

"My thanks," she said as she carefully moved from a crouch to descend from the table upon which she danced.  

She moved carefully, keeping her eyes on the fox like he was some sort of threat because, very rightly, he likely was.  Then she made her way towards the back towards the kitchen and, more importantly, the stables that contained her vardo wagon.

Yes, she was going to have to change her avenue of attack with these two.  She was going to have to revert back to scrying.  See just what was under those masks and what their relationship was.  She probably should prepare a spell from the books involving translation just in case the pair spoke in an exotic tongue.