Michael
To the immortal's delight, the fox-girl turned fox rolled over and exposed her belly for them to rub. Michael couldn't help but crack a grin at the sight, kneeling down as the other girl went to work at rubbing the fox's fuzzy belly.
"This works as well," Michael admitted, rubbing at whatever the other girl wasn't attending to, drawing on countless encounters and numerous experiences to give it his best. He may not have had the other girl's cuteness to bolster his efforts, but he'd make up for it with pure skill and hard-won experience!
That aside, there was something almost hypnotic about how soft the fox's belly was. Were he someone else, his attention might have been lost to it by now, but it was fairly easy for the immortal to keep enough of his attention focused elsewhere, just in case someone tried interrupting them. With that in mind, Michael slipped his staff into the palm of his hand, still concealed in its portable form for now, but at the ready in case something needed its attention.