He didn't really care about the food, but leaned fairly heavily into her hand when she scratched behind the ear and leaned even more heavily.

Wagged his tail at mention of company, yips softly in agreement but mostly has decided that he doesn't care if he's mistaken for a companion for a while or not.

He does, however, back away after a second, and then nudge her again - this time behind the knee - since it's the only way he knows to communicate that he'd like to go that way.
[ Fraser would be so proud! ]