Wild Berry Meadow breaking my back just to know your name

He still didn't have a clue what was going on, but this odd sort of dance she was doing for him was intriguing and her added frustration was amusing. He was nearly sure she was about to claw his eye out—as someone had tried to before—but instead she tapped it. 

Contrary to his usual investigative tendencies, at this point he didn't seem to give a damn about figuring out the mystery. He assumed she was nonverbal—just as some other creatures were. If so, that would be a relief. Talkative types were always too much for him.

You're crazy. He adds finally, leaning in.