It really wasn't surprising to find Reynard at the bar. It wasn't as if he was that prone to getting drunk - although it certainly happened often enough - but he liked people. He had always been, in his way, a people-person, starting when he first tried being, well, a person.

Of course, his way of being a people-person might widely differ from the common definition, but it worked well enough for him most of the time.

Reynard didn't generally tell anyone his true nature. It wasn't embarrassment, it was self-preservation. Being able to turn into a fox came in handy when he had to get away and no one knew he could do that.

But he couldn't keep it secret from everyone and so he approached the cat, guessing that he could smell the truth on him just as he could in turn.

"What are you drinking?"