Hikari blinks incredulously at the talking fox--though, certainly, she seems to have gotten over the fact a fox is talking pretty quickly, in general--and cants her head to one side.  "Nani?  Kitsune-sama, what are you--"<br/><br/>Her eyelids flutter and her lips part laboriously slow in a half-muffled moan, warmth completely suffusing her face.  The lick there is somehow primordial, like a cat being bitten on the nape of the neck, making her shiver from something she can't define.  Embarrassed, her gaze drops to her discarded unclothes mournfully; she's not even wearing a skirt, so there's no way for her to don them as swiftly as her tricky new 'friend' removed them, and certainly not without an even greater level of public exposure.  Even so, she considers it, intensely bashful at the thought the fox-boy knows she's not wearing them.<br/><br/>"K-Kurama?" Hikari squeaks at his newest swift transformation, purposefully looking right back down at her underwear.  "Aum...  I, I don't understand, is this some kind of riddle?  You don't seem bad, though...  what is it you want, Kitsune-sama?"