He hated furniture... standing straight was bad enough for him, but sitting in a chair was a test of his restraint. He could never understand why humans were so... stiff. They way they moved was doll like and expressionless to him, where as he slinked and crept like a wolf.<br/><br/>He did as he was asked, pulling the seat back and smoothly setting himself down on it, though he would not sit straight backed. His golden eyes would dart around the room cautiously, taking in everything, ears flat though at the same time perked, picking up every little noise.<br/><br/>He knew how to use the utensils... at least, a basic set. This much he was comfortable with. It had been a long time since he had eaten with his hands... that was one part of his past he had been happy to get past.<br/><br/>"This woman... why she keep me?" he knew he was here for 'teaching' and how important it had been to his Master, but the exact nature of this was a mystery to him. "Master says has gift... she make it not be bad gift"