[ He sets to work on the lock, gaze going a little distant as he concentrates on moving the tumblers aside. It's tricky, given that magic's involved, but it's not anything he hasn't dealt with before.

He chalks up the fox's growl as wariness again, and while he doesn't stop what he's doing, he still offers up quietly, ]

Just dealing with the lock. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to bite me through the bars while I'm working on this.