Gideon couldn't recall how many pints of brew he'd consumed throughout the evening; he'd lost count around... however many digits he had on his white-gloved hands. It had been a good, profitable day for him and his boss, Honest John, the sly fox having sauntered off to go 'enthuse' some of the tavern's patrons, while his amply soused compatriot drowned himself in the pleasurable taste of his favorite beverage of choice, paws lazily propped up onto the table with a blissful look of sheer ecstasy plastered across his muzzle. How much of that feeling was his inherent levity as opposed to the effects of the liquor was uncertain... though he didn't seem in much of a hurry to differentiate between them at the moment.

His hazy gaze scoped out the establishment, eyeing up whoever would be a good catch to do 'business' with. The pair of swindlers never found out what happened to that one wooden boy they'd met, but both felt it was best not to ask questions which neither were prepared to handle the answers to. So instead, Gideon settled himself to drink, but peered over his mug when it appeared as though one of these patrons was about to approach... him?

The witless feline promptly toppled back in his seat once he realized his wide, bleary eyes weren't playing tricks on him, though he fortunately managed to save his drink in the midst of his slapstick-y reaction, before he hastily clambered back onto his paws. He slapped on a kind yet tipsy smile, and respectfully doffed his battered gray top hat to this fine new arrival with a polite, almost theatrical bow. He didn't get a whole lot of folks who wanted to talk (or at least, talk while he listened, nodded and/or pantomimed) to him rather than Honest John, but he was ready, willing and able to put what he'd learned from his boss to good use, especially since this individual appeared to be... quite different.

A loud hiccup escaped his throat, which put a slightly bashful tint on his fuzzy-faced features; he wanted to put on a good first impression for them, after all.