The fox hopped aside when the hand reached for him. As the hand hoovered steadily in the air, he took a few steps forward, sniffing it. Teasingly he licked the hand, knowing his tongue would tickle.  He saw the lap gesture, which interested him. He dashed off, away from the stranger. With enough speed he turned around. With his speed he dashed ahead, making a high and elegant jump, displaying his fur in full fluffiness as he went through the air, to land upon the lap. Several amused squeaks came from the fox as he looked up at the green haired person. Probably a nymph he guessed. Nymphs were nice. Patient types with lots of respect for nature. He liked that. He had only ever once had a fight with a nymph.. but that was when he had accidentally set a forest on fire, so that fight didn't count.