Trent had hoped that she'd stay away, but she came closer after he fell down. He swallowed difficultly, feeling aversed by the touch and leaned back on his lower arms, keeping himself close to the ground. Trent had no problem with her display of dominance, because at least it was a game that he knew how to play. His parents'd always been the sort to have trouble with his easy submission, but to Trent it felt only natural to submit. He lowered himself a bit further and hunched his shoulders while he looked away from her, avoiding eye contact. Since he had no idea what to say, he didn't respond verbally to her suggestion that he'd get used to this with time.
A tongue suddenly connected with his face and, even though it felt rather awkward in this two-legged form, Trent moved his nose towards her face and tried to lick the tip of her chin gingerly. It was to show that he accepted her as his superior. There was no mistaking that the bashful, awkward male was happy enough to be a subordinate, in the ranks and to her.
Then she offered to help him look for stuff. Really?
The word was out before he realised it, and he hadn't meant to sound quite as incredulous. I mean to say, ah, that'd be great.
Trent knew little of the human world, and he didn't really know what sort of things he'd need, but he hoped that maybe she would know a bit more.
All of a sudden Trent realised that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and that he didn't yet know the female's name either. Oh -- I'm Trent, by the way.
He forced a smile to his face to go with his introduction.