In the bar, Ferus digs a talon-like claw into his ear, they feel like they're burning, somebody must be talking stuff about him behind his back. He never really acknowledged the human's comments about the fox, especially since he had already made good use of him the day before. He does on the other hand, turn to look at Grant, flashing him a malicious smile, his empty black eyes gleaming with mirth as he looks to see how much of his cum-bloated gut the fox has shed.<br/><br/>The big skunk downs the last few bottles of his booze, wondering why this particular city seems to have attracted the larger quantity of the freak legions of the world.... maybe<span style="font-style: italic">that's</span>why this odd organization has the place cordoned off... if that's the case, they've probably bit off a fuckton more than they can chew, given the average level of ability he's seen and felt thus far. He opens his mouth, as if to speak, and then decides not to, just letting out a wet belch instead, leaning back onto the stool and yawning.<br/><br/>The motion he makes next is intriguing, a sort of rolling shrug into a lazy walk, made a spectacle by his sheer size and bulk, it's like watching a muscular, fuzzy glacier decides to spontaneously change directions. Making an odd, but seemingly not rude, gesture to Leah (whether it can be seen or not) over his shoulder, Ferus ducks down through the door and heads back outside, walking through the street with a thoughtful look, at least, insomuch as one with eyes that show little and a near-perpetual snarl can have different looks. "I'm.... bored. I'm gonna have to start supplimenting my income just for the fun of it if this keeps up."