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He was a bit surprised at the way in which she advanced toward him. He could sense no malevolence- not when she bounded with sprightly, excited steps, but it seemed a bit unusual (to him) for an adult to behave like a puppy with a stranger. Needless to say, he wasn't one to get caught up in the excitement so he remained where he was, looking somewhat like a stiff statue holding his position as she neared. He didn't flinch or shy away, but held his ground with the same, neutral calm he'd had since he'd caught sight of her. 

Almost expectantly, she sat down, and he blinked at her solemnly as though to ask why it was she was so chipper. But that wasn't his business. Clearing his throat, he dipped his muzzle slightly in a nod to greet her, continuing in his usual, formal fashion. "Afternoon," He said, wondering if her reply might be just as exuberant as her flirty approach had been.