He had to pause for a second. Process. Did you just dodge his kiss?

Obviously you did. The poor fox had no clue how to take that. He gave you a questioning look before rubbing his chin in thought. Were you sick? Did he smell too much like a carnival? When he saw you laugh it clicked. Oh, you were trying to out fox the fox.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed your chin before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“How mean.”