The Beast was impressed by the metal tree, impressed beyond words. Even if he did have the use of his hands, he would nevver be able to create a thing of such beauty even if he had the inclination. The Beast thought of the things he had done to pass the time when he was a much younger man, happy, casual things, drinking and carousing, tales and songs. Work had been to eat, and barely so, as he didn't really need to hunt to eat in those days. Creation had been in sound, and to see something come up under his hands (her hands, he saw now) had been a rare experience, and no curse at all. He had the sense that the woman he had been was familiar, but not precisely why, so he attributed the sensation to the man.
After a hesitation, he tentatively put out the suggestion that he return through the door. It took time, as the man was not... not present, but after a while he got no strong desires or further thoughts, so he abandoned the idea. The man would reappear in his time. It was too bad that the Beast could not more fully experience being a human, but one could not expect curses to be pleasant. He bared his teeth. He felt like breaking something, tearing into something, and the things here were all old or precious. Moving slowly, he stalked out into the corridor. Perhaps there would be something to break there.