Foster lifts his head to stare at the proffered hand, his flanks dusted with pollen and petals. His expression is neutral. Flat.

Then he smiles--wide, bright, eyes rising to meet Tim's.

"Oh... hahaha. No. No, no, no." He laughs, already scrambling for purchase, for his feet--and up onto his fore, his back legs splaying as he gathers them underneath himself.

He's taller than Tim immediately almost immediately.

"You don't want to... to touch me. You don't know where I've been."