The hatchling focuses intently on Dragox's approaching hand, freezing briefly. As the touch turns into a gentle stroke, however, the small vor's clear eyelid closes in what looks to be pleasure; it enjoys the touch and gives a little croon to say so.<br/><br/>This pleases the fox, who looks from it back up to Dragox. An ear twitches. "I'd say the main reason they aren't popular has to do with their upkeep." Before the words have a chance to sour, he continues; "They're very hungry creatures, and need to be fed a lot."<br/><br/>He nods affirmation at the rare-and-exotic claim, setting the hatchling back into its cage after a moment. He closes the cage-top.<br/><br/>"Yes, these things are<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>exotic ... and, I stress, unfortunately rare, especially to be found as pets. I'm one of only a few breeders for them, see..." The fox's whiskers twitch with a grin, as if he's going to use the statement as a springboard for a high price. But he doesn't. "...but the breeding pairs I have lay good-sized clutches. It's only $200 for these," He pats the tops of the first 3 cages, "or $110 for her." He pats the last cage in the row, the one containing the largest Vor.<br/><br/>He looks back up at Dragox, trying like any salesman would to read the other furre's reaction.<br/><br/>"That price includes a wire crate to take them home with you."