His eyes follow the tail, slitted pupils dilating in that same light, gleaming like his sharp teeth gleam. Clawed fingers hold Ren in place, daring him to move. The muscle of his arms looks rather more taut than usual, as he breathes through his teeth, his broad fan of tails erect and arching above them.

"Oh?" he murmurs, allowing Ren enough room for that tail. "Why, so you can bite innocent foxes in their time of need?"