A fox spirit. Intelligent, wise, and often mischievous. More often associated with hauntingly beautiful young women, but....

[He just shrugs, smiling. Enough of the people back home associate him with the spirit to have given him the nickname; it's not particularly up to him whether the resemblance is accurate or not.

The bartender's on his way back over, the ingredients for Nezumi's drink in hand. Mitsuhide ignores him, fixing Nezumi with a look and a raised eyebrow.]

Is there a reason you don't consider yourself worth a trivial pleasantry? Or that I shouldn't consider you worth it? Now you have me curious.