It seemed like the fox meant what he said although there was still something mischievous about him. Maybe foxes were naturally mischievous? “What is your name?” Mitsuko asked. It was rare for him to have a normal conversation with someone else, so he might as well enjoy it. And his conversation partner has already witnessed his actual personality so he didn’t have to be careful about his demeanour anymore. He had calmed down already and was playing with the black hair of the fox on his lap.