He was quietly charmed by the enthusiasm and the blushing curiosity, though being such a young creature he did not feel the instinct to sweep her off her feet as he might an older example. And yes he did tend to attract blazing fascination, but that did not make her one of a collection or a crowd. This English-Russian fish-out-of-water was quite special; this was already evident to him.

"Alright, young Miss Kozlova. Then let's name the jaguar... Antonia. She was a great, lithe, prowling thing in her prime; but hungry. So you can imagine her intrigue when she travelled to the outskirts of her rainforest to find some tall human fool feeding dried fruit to a couple of cute tamarin monkeys. Antonia wasn't interested in the fruit; she wasn't even interested in the monkeys. What had really caught her eye was the human's outstretched hand."