He got in the bag, no problem, and they were up and moving and into her car in no time.  Thankfully, it seems the cops didn't get there in time, and hopefully nobody would be able to track them...<br/><br/>Likewise, getting home was easy enough, though she was certainly hurting all the while after what that troll did to her.  Getting home, she got up, opened it, and - thankfully - nothing out of place this time.  Except for the stuff in the middle of the room as before which was<em>technically</em>out of place.  Ubon hopped out of the bag onto the ground - still with all nine tails out - and then hopped up onto the bed... where he began to<em>change</em>.  It grew, shifted, it's skin lightening, fur disappearing... and in the matter of a couple of seconds there sat a long-haired Japanese man, lithe and toned with plenty of definition, and laying out as if presenting the impressive masculine gift between his legs to her as she entered her room.  He was smiling in what could only be called a 'foxy' smile, and... he had a several-foot-long red fox tail still...<br/><br/>"Well, that was fun now wasn't it?" the man said in Mandarin, tapping the collar around his neck "Ubon.  Nice to meet you sweetie.  Might I soothe and comfort you after what that<em>nasty</em>little troll did to you, my vixen?"