Dragox lets out a hmm and a nod when hears that they eat a lot.<span style="font-style: italic">‘That’s a good thing to hear.’</span>he thinks to himself.  His expression doesn’t change much, it he still looks interested and pleased about the vors.<br/>He crosses his arms as the fox restates that they are rare and exotic.  His hopes sink a little.<span style="font-style: italic">‘Here is comes.’</span>He is caught off guard when he finally hears what the prices are.  He quickly blinks a few of times but that is the only thing that showed his surprise.<span style="font-style: italic">‘The largest one is the cheapest.’</span>He thinks excitedly.<span style="font-style: italic">‘That’s a great deal.  I should have plenty of money left over.  The company always over budgets everything.’</span>Dragox’s expression doesn’t change much, but it is easy to see that he is forcing himself not to change expressions.  He had been ripped off by vendors in the past for showing too much excitement.<br/>He nods a few times before he finally speaks.  “Ok, well food isn’t going to be an issue for me.  I live and work in the country and get a lot of meat from hunting.”  He looks back and forth at the cages, trying to make it look like he was deciding which one he wanted even though he had picked his even before he had crossed the street.  His gaze stopped on the largest one.  “I’ll guess I’ll take the large one on the end.”