Apathy with ice blue eyes, smarm with a cigarette, and desire in a sleek suit and a smashing new top hat. He was an exceptionally pretty fox, who looked like he would knock you flat for calling him that. He seemed to be a young business furre, none of your kind of business to be sure. He talked smooth and fast, enough to get him in and out of a lot of different kinds of trouble. Though despite all his demeanor, he wasn’t too serious a guy, and preferred a few drinks to a few broken ribs.