The guy's question has this sort of overly curious, almost knowing tone and Davin raises an eyebrow. He's obviously a witch, given the way that Davin's magic is buzzing under his skin. The fox is eyeing in warily, pressing in close against Davin's neck.
"I think it is what ya think it is, yeah," Davin answers, reaching up to stroke his hand down the fox's back. He raises his other hand in a wave, wiggling his fingers a little and letting a few blue sparks wind their way around then, confirming to the guy that he too is a witch. "I'm Davin."
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"I think it is what ya think it is, yeah," Davin answers, reaching up to stroke his hand down the fox's back. He raises his other hand in a wave, wiggling his fingers a little and letting a few blue sparks wind their way around then, confirming to the guy that he too is a witch. "I'm Davin."