[Having bypassed every other individual at this party on his way out, at least to the fringes of the room in pursuit of privacy, Sunday... stops at the sound of a voice. He doesn't recognize it, but the man's features attract a second look, lingering on the vulpine characteristics with momentary question. Foxian?

... Well, it shouldn't surprise him, even if it is the first person he's come across who resembles a race he knows. What does it change? They are both guests here, and this man seems intent to play along. Exactly the opposite of his own motives.]

Did you choose my company at random? It can't really be so worthwhile if I'm a stranger.

[No, he isn't sitting down yet.]

That game is vulgar. [Looking at the word 'genitals' on the dice like....... wtf.] Even less of a reason to play it with just anyone.