Gin had fun with the zombie flash mob and his Thriller dance moves were spot on. It left him in a very good mood, for when he changed into his kitsune costume. For work purposes.
It even ended up being fortuitous, since it was easier to pull off a kitsune possession via mind tricks, to get the target to kill himself with a swift stab to the upper gut. Gin hadn't laid so much as a fingertip or his bushy fox tail on him! Then again, if Gin saw something he could use as a pawn to his advantage, it didn't take him very long to learn how to manipulate it in his favor. He was all about service with a smile.
Now? It was time to dance! And maybe win a costume contest, if he was lucky. And Gin felt very lucky, as well as very tricksy.