Michael
To Michael's surprise, the fox-girl shapeshifted into an actual fox...well, wolf-sized, granted, but the sudden urge to pet her was suddenly becoming rather difficult to resist. ...Or perhaps there was no real desire to resist in the first place, just some misplaced sense of propriety. Before he could ask, however, the girl beat him to the figurative punch with the question. Taking it in stride, Michael decided to go on regardless, not particularly caring about the consequences. It would be worth it.
"It seems we're of one mind," Michael admitted to the girl, "Perhaps something like this?"
With that, the immortal gave the fox-girl a testing scratch behind the ears, countless encounters having taught him the perfect locations for optimal ear scratching.