The first thought that came to the Nogitsune was a fight for territory. He liked Greenwich, had been drawn back there first among the other places in London. Hadn't been this nice back in his time, but it hadn't become unrecognizable as some places had.

"Few people walk out here at this time of night. Most are home in their beds where they feel safest. What brings you my way?"

In the darkness, she is a blaze to his eyes now that he'd gotten a fix on her. That much of a singular color couldn't be good, and she didn't look enough to be sporting white hair naturally. But a fight so soon wasn't what benefited him most. Not yet.

"I could be dull and trot out the threats, but I doubt that would do little more than bore the both of us."