[Unlike some things in the world, the Nogitsune doesn't care about keeping up appearances once there's nothing to be gained. Like Sam, it has watched and learned since arriving. There are things even it would avoid living in this place. Well, would avoid for awhile. In the end, it' nature would get the best of it. Chaos and boundaries didn't mix.

It takes a poke at the heart-shaped little cakes, looking all the more annoyed for touching one. The hand is wiped on its jacket as if to get rid of some invisible taint. The creature looks up to Sam, but what doesn't at his height?]

Like? That's a question I don't have a good answer to. [Its eyes drop as it looks over the other things on the table and to not look back up into Sam's face. Subs aren't supposed to stare down Dom's with disquieting eyes, are they?] To like something you would have to be alive, wouldn't you? Or have lived?

[That tiny sharp smile rises, a hint of teeth there and then covered by pale lips. It reaches out to take a small glass of a clear alcohol, sniffing it curiously before setting it aside.] Smells like juniper. What is it you like? You're alive, aren't you?