When the woman lowered her gaze, they immediately fell to the cellphone. She felt a momentary sinking feeling in her gut, but forced it off. Things could be worse and their little interaction was far from over. The centuries old fox wasn't about to let this man get away without giving her something. She glared at him through narrowed eyes, making it clear she was not pleased with him, though inwardly she was pleased he was willing to strike a deal. She made note of not taking the phone for him as she listened, trying to send the clear message that she was not afraid of the young man or anyone he could call for help.

Despite her desire to appear in control, the woman’s cool facade slipped a bit at the mention of dogs. Brow furrowed and her lips curved into a frown, the fox spirit pulled the man from the wall by the front of his shirt.

“We will settle this arrangement elsewhere, but [i]only[/i] to get me out of the rain. Don’t think for a moment your foolish little games are going to work on me, boy, I have more experience than you could imagine.” The cocky glint returned to her eye and she began walking down the street, still pulling him by his shirt.

“Did you have a place in mind or should I find one myself?” She looked over her shoulder at him and casually smirked, but her ears were perked and listening for anything that sounded like a dog.