Zack turned to regard the neth with a blink, although with his constrictive clothing it was more like a momentary squint. Unable to fully grin, he made a happy mouth at her as he overheard her order. "-Two-, huh? Oh, another for me? How nice! Thank you!" He gave a slight snort then gave a restricted wiggle of his head, "Kidding, of course." He hastily added, "U-unless if you really are paying for me, in which case that'd be one of the nicest things anyone has done for me for, uh, a while."  

The coyote returned the gesture of the search-over as she examined him, although his examination never went beyond simply glancing over her and her attire. "Yeees, yes. Quite... tight." He whined in agreement. "But the scarf never comes off, no matter what. However, I could do without the hood, maybe...?" He gave a searching, paranoid glance around the inn's space. In the corner he recognized the face of one of his earlier victims, who wore a crestfallen expression as he clutched his beard which now resembled a shrub. "On second thought, perhaps not." Zack murmured.

He returned his attention to the neth by him. "But no, I didn't see you creep up on me there. Not at all," he remarked, "Although it's hard to see lots of things in this... this hood. I imagine it's like being in the blinders they put on horses." He pointed to her own garb, "Now, a hood like yours doesn't seem so... burdensome to wear." He nodded. "Probably because yours was actually made for people of your size." He concluded with a slight grumble. "Anyhow, what's your name?"