Mephistopheles

The flinch makes his other eye open, and he looks up at Angela in concern, one ear up and the other drooping in confusion as she continues to pet him and speak.

He likes the petting, though, so he pushes a bit into her patting, hoping for something a little firmer or even just... a scratch? His fur up there is still a bit itchy against his skin since he hadn't cleaned the top of his head well enough. "Of course it'll be cool, it'll be for you so I'll make sure its really neat."

Her sad smile has him blinking a bit more at her, and he reaches out with a paw to touch her leg where she was closest to him, only touching her if she seems comfortable with it, and if not, then he simply sets his paw back on the stone. "Friends? What are they like? I hope they're nice too. Maybe your friends and family can get along? Then you all can build a hoss. House." a beat, and then he seems a bit embarrassed. "Is a house like a chrysalis?"

@Angela

She was growing a little more confident, patting his head a little more firmly when he leaned in and even offering a small tentative scratch here and there, which was more akin to gently dragging her nails through his fur. She just wasn't sure how to do this, considering she'd never done it before.

She smiled a little bashfully and her cheeks began to heat up a little. Her tail shifted behind her, settling into a new position. "Oh friends are...they're wonderful. If you have good ones, I mean. They don't judge you are say mean things about you. They want you to be happy and do things for you and help you. I've got some good friends, so...it's okay." She nodded. "I think they would get along. There's no bad blood to complain about, they just haven't met."

She giggled again at his mispronunciation of the word. "No, not really. It's like a den, but you build it instead of find it. It's hard to make, but we're working on it."

@Mephisto