Mr. Fox.

A great, charming, and cunning man. Finn was the kind of man you'd constantly invite over for dinner. Just because his company was oh so wonderful. Though he only made just enough to get by, being a newspaper writer and all that, he always had a talent for greater.

When he met his equally as charming wife of five years, it was a dream. He was in love with her, more than words could express, but he wanted to give her more. Finn himself was always more. He was an agent, a great thief for the righteous government cause. The sharp as a whip and quick as a snake was his whole thing.

But of course, due to pure and utter love, he quit that dangerous job to become... well, what he was now. Never to see that sight of himself again.

Right?