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His crocodilian eyes warmed as he smiled, flattered that she welcomed him. Perhaps the fox kit was a good thing; she seemed happy enough, and he recognized the look of a proud mother when he saw one. 

A good eater, He said, impressed. If he was fed warm meat like this, surely he would warm up to his current living situation. The creature supped, having no idea just how lucky he’d been to have been delivered to them, rather than being kept as a slave. 

Yes, of course, He said. I only want a few, P’tit Faust can ‘ave as many as ‘e wants, yes ‘e can!. He said, and without realizing it he’d begun to speak in babyspeech toward the end of his sentence. He chuckled. Ugh. ‘E is too cute, Viskani, ‘e turn me into a fool.