Digging in his pocket , his face scrunching for a bit before pulling out a .
Literal. Tin can .
He holds it up to side by side the two.
“ I see no difference. ”
grabs his wrist, what an IRON grip!
“ now now, ya gettin yer tail all bushy, who woulda thought them foxians were so … fiesty. “
he chuckles.
“ ya know exactly what i mean heh”