[Were the Nogitsune in a fox form, its ears would be perked forward with interest but tail down in readiness to turn and leave. Nothing has it upset or wary, this is simply a human conversation that it isn't ready for.]

[Still. Still, there is always that curiosity that draws it a few steps in Gabriel's room.]

Prophets? [Hear the disdain in its voice for something like that. The Nogitsune is a thousand year old fox spirit agent of chaos. It has whispered more than a few lies into the ears of humans.]

[Gabriel does become the subject of a good look up and down before the Nogitsune extends a hand for the book.] I am Stiles, part of the staff. I suppose management won't mind if I take a look. Is your room to your liking?