Not a mouse. [ He practically growls his words out, which might not be as intimidating as he'd like, looking the way he does. Once Sanji gets back up, he quickly follows. Even standing on two feet, though, he's not nearly as tall, the realization just making his headache all the more worse.

Briefly, his hunger turns into a memory of a familiar craving. He's back to sitting in a dimly lit office, across the table from a young woman. Grabbing a cigarette with his teeth, he extends his pack towards her. Huff 'n' Puffs? Not many people smoke those. A smirk crosses her face before she pulls out her own brand. They lean towards each other, and he offers her a light instead.

In the present, his ears lower slightly at hearing about bigger beasts, but he huffs away whatever hesitation he might be feeling in the moment. ] Big attitude from a little fox cub. Get lost on your way home? [ He crosses his arms tightly. ] Luckily, I know how to handle myself. They'd be lucky if I don't make a meal out of them first.