the Fox was looking down at him and will look over his shoulder, seems to be thinking for a moment " oh Miss Rose it seems someone is offering us a little tour of the city slums ".... it will take a moment or too " oh is he my type ?" she will asks and the fox looks down at him " oh he is your type for sure Rose your type for sure "<br/><br/>the old fox knows Alex well and Miss Rose though high class is one to entertain the locals if they seem shady enough, the door of the caravan opens up and the mouse pokes her head out " come come, lets talk " she squeaks the fox nods " saddly I don't think she is carrying any copper on her at the moment, though the mouse is a silly gal and likely just pay you in gold anyway " he smirks, ALex moving over a bit from the door,