He placed the watering can down and took off his white gloves. She still had her arms crossed and just watched him as he smiled lustfully at her. He was a brown-colored kitsune, about 100 years old. His ears and tails moved as he examined her, almost salivating at how ravishing she looked. Heavy amber eyes, set deep within their sockets, widened as he watched her approach him.
There was a birthmark stretching from the top of his left cheek. It first runs towards his fairly big lips and ends under his left eye. She also noticed tiny claw marks on his hands and raised an eyebrow at that. Upon seeing that she was staring at his scratched hands, he hid them in his pockets.
"So, what brings you outside?" he asked her, "I thought you were with prince Yashiro and my niece."
