Krist listened curiously to the human as he spoke to him, making quiet noises, shifting as he was approached. He didn't seem to be in harm's way; there didn't appear to be anything threatening about the situation anymore. The human part of him took pride in being called handsome, his mostly insecure ego stroked. His long tail flopped back and forth against the outside of each thigh, and as the human came closer Krist knew his scars would become more visible. Even dirtied, they were distinct and ran along his expansive back and legs. He was worried about them; he always had been.