The buzzing catches his attention, and he know's it's a bad sign that all that does is make him want to open the bottle even more. Or perhaps throw it. It came in handy with those few he found laying around before, and it's only thanks to the method of shatter first, check what it is later that's saved him from potentially fatal accidents involving whatever mysterious liquid they hold.

He only spends a few more seconds staring at the bottle as if willing it to open itself before he smiles and shifts his arms to hold the little fox a bit higher. "I don't have a name for him yet, but I think he's mine now. Poor thing was hurt and there were demons nearby, so I've kept him with me while we find someplace safe." The singe marks on his shirt and the bandages underneath imply that he did something a little more stupid than simply picking the fox up, but he doesn't regret it. A little pain's nothing so long as he managed to save the feisty little furball.