I hope your day's as nice as my butt

Jupiter was pretending to be engrossed in the trinkets but his thoughts kept getting drug back to the peculiar woman. He was intrigued. How could he not be? Some wolves, his grandfather, for instance, shunned such differences, but Jupiter was unusual in his own right so, perhaps naturally, he was inclined to think differently. To be intrigued rather than repulsed. And as was his nature, his mind went directly to the gutter because how could it not with a tongue like that? If given the chance he'd put that thing to good use.

In response to her first statement he nodded his agreement and added an uncharacteristically polite but equally meaningless, "I'll say." When she started to move his attention went with her. He had questions. Lots of them. First there was the tongue, then there was the quills and then, because he wasn't as inattentive as he pretended to be, there was the claws he saw fingering some jewelry. What lovely hell had this heavily mutated woman sprung from?

”How long do you think this has been here?” He stepped up to the other side of the chest and peeked over to get a look at what the woman was holding. "Hm," he rumbled absently as he eyed the chain. In truth he had no idea, but just saying that outright would do nothing to stoke this conversation. As he 'thought' Jupiter ran a paw across the lid of the chest and noted the heavy layer of dust on it. "Long time, I'd say. I dunno if this is a two-legged hoard or not, though. They may have built it, but this stuff could be a wolf's doing, I guess." He looked up at Venom. "To be honest I didn't expect to see anyone else down here."