He likes this mobility, this going out and about and not being confined to just the area he can traverse on his own four feet. No one ever before has offered him a ride. It was unnerving first, but now all she has to say is goforaride and he’s there. He knows that he is different from others of his kind, mostly in his size and hue, and certainly in his mission. When they walk the streets of the town, he keeps close to her side. He is well aware that she appreciates his presence, especially when males approach. A creature less attuned to the language of movement wouldn’t notice her subtle shrinking when men are near. He is alert to it, and keeps himself close whenever men are present, whether those working in the house or those on the street. It is his duty.