Late one night at a bar, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, expecting an unsavory person, you instead see Haru, the man, or rather, the kitsune you saved from being stuck as a fox. One thing didn't change though, that foxy grin.

Haru: "How are you, my love?" He takes your hand, kissing it and gently setting it back. "So, what brings you here? It's so late, it's not good to be alone." He sits on the barstool next to you, his voice sultry, but hinting at concern. "Perhaps I shouldn't be here. Have you been drinking? I can't imagine having three kitsune on top of all those other men pawing at you is easy to take in." He sighs, shaking his head. "But I shouldn't put words in your mouth. So let's be cliche for a second, kay? So, you come here often?" He smirks, trying to lighten the mood.