Ein’s left ear quirked up as he looked himself over before looking to Angel, for a brief fleeting moment he had looked at the man directly, “Whatever will make you more comfortable.”  he said with a slight shrug. He shifted and looked to the rubbish bin before moving to pick it up to move it on to the next section of the flower bed he was weeding. An easily overlooked observation of the fox is that he has no tanlines, no defined lines from wearing clothing.