There's a long pause as the woman stares up at him. Her expression is a mystery, but she doesn't move from her position. After some contemplation, she glances back down at the dog, fingers beginning to nervously fidget with the hem of her sleeve. She should probably control that, but--plenty of people have nervous tics.

After a while, she finally speaks. "Ser, I can't help but questioning your tastes. But if you really insist..." Then, hesitantly, she slides the fox mask up, revealing Beleth looking incredibly embarrassed, but there's a small, shy smile tugging at her lips nevertheless.

"...I suppose I'll see what I can do."