Animal caught his breath when he turned and there was a hook against his arm. He didn’t necessarily want to be impaled that way, but he did heal quicker than any human would, and more than that... his nostrils flared a little, pupils dilated. Arousal.
He looked up at her, met her eyes. Not quite a challenge, he had no doubt she’d do it, but a sort of respect there, a sense of fearlessness. Adrenaline.
“Need my arms for work,” he murmured, not pulling away in fear or anything like that. Just trusting her to behave, and he tilted his head. “If I can’t work they’ll make me leave. And then I can’t show you the fun things I can do.”