Fox-ler laughs, ears folding and eyes squeezing shut gleefully as Det musses up his hair, the brown locks now disheveled and wild thanks to her influence. His eyes instantly snapped open with surprise as she spoke her last sentence, though; his face very quickly turning into the color of the fruit he hated most and his words venturing off, clearly unprepared for flirtation. He begins fumbling with his words, trying to find a proper and witty response.