Mr. Fox was as calm as a cucumber, and paid no mind to the man with the wand. Instead he kept looking for that hanky. Finally he found it and pulled it from his robes. "I'm not." He said simply before laying the cloth neatly out in a nice square next to the object, which he watched with a steady gaze, still not touching it. The dark and foreboding feelings emitting from the item made his stomach churn and a bead of sweat poor down from his temple.

He then reached into his pocket a second time and pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment and handed it over to the Ministry official. It was a certificate of sale stamped with a permit of trade from the Department of Rare Magical Artifacts that had a drawing of the item and denoted Fox as simply the middle man for procuring it for a Mr. M. S. London. "A copy." He doubted the Ministry official would interfere with perfectly legal free trade.

"Hankies, quickly." He said in an even tone. "Boy." He requested. "Help me slide them under it." He didn't see the point of asking the Ministry official to, what with his wand pointed at his head. "It won't hurt you, just don't touch it." He was calm and level headed, he had to be.