"Ok, ok. No fox treats. Got it." Jokes aside, he drops both arms down against his sides and blows out a sigh as he looks down to... fox form Trish. Can't exactly say that's anything he'd thought would ever be a thing, but. Here they are... and there she is. Very much a fox that is not at all amused with being a fox. This better not induce an unexpected identity crisis.

Walking back and forth some, he rubs at his chin again, eyeing her. How did she even get like this in the first place? They'd been talking about the Fox— had the Fox done this out of spite for being badmouthed as she had been? It's possible, he thinks.

"What if you... click your little feet together three times and say there's no body like Trish?"