"Hey sweetcheeks," was Davian's greeting as he slid into the chair across from Kana. Davian's sloppy clothes had been replaced for the night for the ones Kana had made for him and he posed in the chair for her to take in the view. "Nice, eh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were sneaking into my room at night taking measurements of my ass."
Smirking and focusing on her finally, Davian set his beer - he didn't need a real fake ID when he could glamour one up from a business card he'd stolen out of the jar drawing for a free lunch at the counter - down on the table and leaned over it to see what she was drawing.
"Fox?" he questioned, glancing up at her. Did she know Jae? Did she know what Jae was? Maybe Kana was just sketching that blonde peppy werefox she hung out with so often.