Fabrice concentrates on focusing his breathing, an attempt to keep his nerves from taking over and further revealing more of himself in the process. He can feel and hear the breaths escape his nostrils from the heavy way they resound in the air around him; a crude and natural melody.

The man watching him seems remarkably calm for someone who nearly got run over by a deer. Fabrice remains where he is, though he gets the sense that the man before him isn't a threat the longer they both remain where they are in the clearing. He holds out a hand towards him; Fabrice stills even more, but he doesn't flinch or back away from the touch.

Fabrice doesn't want to reveal himself as a witch to a stranger; he knows Violet is gone, and that the witch who cursed him into transforming against his will remains in Oregon, as far as he knows. Still, he can't help but think that people out in the world still want to hurt him; it makes him overly cautious.

Still, he lets the man step forward. He might not be willing to transform back yet, but he finds himself increasingly trusting of this particular human. He would blush, if he were still human himself, at being called gorgeous, even in just his animal form.

Instead, he bows his head, leaning forward. A gesture of approval, for the moment.