They say that love is blind, but the swirly fox must have been born that way, if he was so monumentally stupid to even try to get close to the other fox in front of him. He'd spent almost all of his time doing menial favors, but he didn't care, as long as he got a cuddle in now and again.

"Craven.... I'm making hot chocolate. Do you want any?" He asked, in a cheerful voice.