Manaki wasn’t sure if the woman had even been paying attention to him as he spoke and hoped that her lull in interest would have been an opportune moment to flee.  Of course, your gaze returns to him before he could make any attempt on that idea.  He only became more flustered as you moved even closer to observe him more closely, which in turn allowed him to get a trace of your natural scent.  While his sense of smell was nowhere near as good as a kitsune, his youthful libido picked up on your scent and was instantly allured by it.  There was a brief period where he had forgotten all about the whole sacrifice thing as was fully attentive to how close your sexy body was to him.<br/><br/>The warning that followed instantly snapped him out of that trance and his anxiety came back with a cute distressful whimper.  It was at this point he figured that he was screwed either way, but if kitsune lady insisted that matters would only be worse if he wasn’t a sacrifice, then who was he to ruin her mood?  “Uh, yes?  I mean, yes, heh heh, I was sent here as a…” Manaki’s voice crackled a bit as he committed to the lie that would effectively throw him under the carriage, “sacrifice.”  With that, he braced himself for whatever fate would fall upon him and hoped that she would make it quick and painless.<em>All this because of a plate of food; karma is a bitch.</em>