"Of course, good sir. Is this gentleman with your party?"
"My chaperone. As I am meeting an unfamiliar young lady, it is only right to protect her reputation with a third party in attendance."
The host smiled faintly, while the guests who could hear the conversation had to struggle not to laugh.
The Fox wasn't concerned about his own safety, but about the reputation of the lady he was meeting? Was he actually being courted by a young Elven Princess? The scandal that would cause if she was alone in a private dining room with a Divine Fox would last for decades.
And they were all fully invested in seeing it play out.
Then, the host spoke. "You must be waiting for the Lady Silverwood. She arrived just moments ago. Please, do follow me this way."
The person he was meeting was not a debutante with a deep appreciation for fluffy tails, but the Lady Silverwood, a ten millennia old widow, and Family head?
That was even more entertaining, even if the level of scandal was nonexistent.
