Grey smirked at the remark by the young waitress.  He took a sip of his share, and realized he had never tasted anything quite like it.  His instincts were sending vibes through his whole body as his hunger grew from the first sip.  He sniffed the air again, trying to pick out an appealing flavor...<br/>He could smell fur...like a mouse?  No, no.  It was a fox.<br/>Grey waved to his small waitress, asking, "You wouldn't happen to have anything in the foxess variety, would you....ssss?"