"Are you, little bird?" He did shrink the cage of his hands, pressing palms closer together as if in threat, but relaxed them in to the position he'd had them in before. No room enough for even a little hummingbird to slip through his fingers, "Just a lowly toy maker, who has made his way here of all places."

Retracing their steps, even if slowly, bits of moonlight making his path clear enough to him. Paw steps falling silently enough as he made his way at such a casual path, a snarl still in his voice even if that sudden rage was being pulled back in to his own control bit by bit.

76 wasn't the one for dramatics between the two of them, but he was at least playing the part.

"You look like a little thief to me. An attempted one at least. What do you think that owes?"