Anakin crouched lower when Padmé moved, he even slunk away a few steps, but then he stopped when she did no more than toss something between them. The piece of chicken landed and remained there while Anakin assessed the situation. It didn’t take long for the smell of the chicken to reach him and then he turned to inch closer to the morsel on the ground.
He was quicker this time, more trusting, and he had consumed the bit in a matter of moments.
He was facing Padmé now and greedily eyeing the remaining meat in her open palm. Wary of a trap, but still hungry in that incessant way cats were, he walked forward on silent paws. He got closer this time than before, not needing to stretch out quite as much as before. But he was still hesitant and the placement of his paws on her legs to step up to her hand was slower than his movements leading up to this point.
But he made it, at last and took that first bite from the palm of her hand.