[The Nogitsune isn't ready to give up its game, not just yet. If anything, this only makes the game more interesting for it. The long picture is what matters to it, but to construct the view of itself that it wants, the snapshots matter.]

[When Gabriel finishes, the creature merely stares back at him with a bland expression, polite little customer service smile back in place.]

I can assure you that I am not lying. You must understand that things such as guest gifts are seen to by our concierge, Mr Argent. I am only the deskboy. My job is more making sure you are comfortable and getting what I can for you. When he returns tomorrow morning, Mr Argent should be able to answer any questions you have.

[There were benefits to taking on lower echelon roles in the Nogitsune's opinion. Besides, who would believe a teenager had any real power in a place?]

Should you wish to report my curiosity to our concierge tomorrow, he will handle that complaint as well as he sees fit. I do apologize for my part. It has been some time since we had new guests.

[The creature shrugs, trying to look as contrite as it could.]