Staring at him she would pay heed to his mannerisms.  His expressions and movement did not escape her as her blue eyes kept to his.  Seeing him take his steps closer would cause her to move slightly closer but stop as he backed away.  Giving a quirk of one ear the other would perk, her eyes staring with a bit more intent with his fear only to see it be pushed aside.  His next approach would not be met equally as she remained still, watching his hand come near her head.<br/><br/>Even before his fingers could hope to touch her fur her ears would perk and her tail would flick yet again.  She always got excited when a person got so close.  It was mostly because those that happened to actually know her mannerism approached always brought good intentions with them.  Petting, rubbing, food, clean water.  It always ended up well as she felt the fingers holding over her head.  It was then that her tail came to be still, her eyes breaking contact as her tone turned to an immediate purr, whether or not he was actually petting her.<br/><br/>It was simply the contact alone that brought her to a state of happiness and so the contact from his hand lead her to showing that she was content from the touch.  Her right ear twitching at the sound of his voice.  With his hand however withdrawing one would think that she may of taken it negatively.  Instead she'd lean forward to press her nose against his hand for a brief moment before falling forward, seeming just as entranced as she was with the butterfly, her ears continually twitching as she purred and listened on to his voice.<br/><br/>She liked when the people spoke to her.  She didn't understand them but it was an enjoyable thing since it meant they were still around.  Having fallen forward she'd roll over on her back and look back up at the man with her blue eyes, her tail reaching out from her side and waving to and fro with the excitement of the chatter.  Letting her eyes trail lower she'd break her gaze from his eyes and trail down his tunic, then his pantlegging, and finally ending to his ankle.<br/><br/>Without much warning she'd reach forward with hastes and wrap her hand like paws around his right ankle with another meowing sound that seemed almost playful, though he'd likely find escape with ease considering her claws were not out despite pressing over him.