He gave her a grin. "Got you to remember me and pay attention, and I always did enjoy getting my hands dirty rather than commanding from the rear like most sensible beings did. Part of the reason why I lived as long as I did. Refuge in audacity and all that."<br/><br/>He stepped back a bit, a touch of sudden stage fright confusing him, though he hid it well enough that even Inari would have a hard time telling he was. Still, he banished the apprehension, and nodded. "Yes, though I would suggest the term sire instead, as that was really all I did. Not by choice, mind, but wishes and regrets are a waste of good drinking time."<br/><br/>He grunted as Inari elbowed him, hard, before dismissing the kitsune form, instead appearing as his lanky, brown haired with white forelock human form, one hand awkwardly running through his hair. "So, not sure how best to say this, but I am sorry I wasn't there."