She looks pleased and smug, being appreciated for what she is - thank you very much.

'I like him. He stay?'

Angel giggles, nodding, scratching her. "Yes, he stays. He'll even find all the best scritching spots if you let him. He knows all mine." But she lowers her hands away, shuffling the bird up with a little shrug of her shoulder. "I don't know what she is but, yes, I definitely think she's pretty. What's yours? Some kind of big hunter thing? Does it spit acid?"