“Aye? Well, what be we standin’ ’round here fer, then? Let’s get movin’ so ye can show me what ye’re made of!”

Foxy picked up on what Ralsei was hinting towards, and he was eager to see exactly what he was capable of.

Foxy glared down at the cute goat boy with that one gleaming yellow eye, that cocky grin still spread across his face.

With a chuckle, he lowered his hand, giving Ralsei’s plump butt a firm squeeze, his thick fingers sink into the soft flesh.

“Do ye mean it, or be ye just blowin’ hot air, mate?”

The animatronic fox was a sucker for praise. He reached out, slid his hand across the small part of Ralsei’s back and pushed the little goat right up against his muscular frame.

“Well, well, ain’t ye a sweet li’l critter? I might just have to haul ye back to me ship!”

He said with a big grin.

“Aye, listen well. I stand a mighty seven feet and six inches tall, towerin’ o’er the lot of ye like a mast on a grand ship!”

// that is my bad.

It honestly just slipped my mind. Sorry.