Ssshhh...

I like how even The Loud and The Fast turn into The Quiet and The Slow while they are watching him.

We let friends and visitors know that the little man will probably be more comfortable if they keep their heads lower than his eye level (they naturally scramble up away from predators, so they feel King-Of-The-Hillish when they are higher than everybody else), and so just walking into the room where he lives has a certain resemblance to entering a Holy Place. We the Keepers get slow and quiet when we usher them in (unnecessarily slow and quiet maybe). They the Visitors either crouch down in a half-kneel, or sit on the little couch next to his enclosure with their head lowered.

Maybe when he's full grown we'll require bare feet and robes for all supplicants.

And then, watching him... you can't help but gentle down. His slow, careful, graceful movements and his absolute silence get to you.

I've never seen my brother-in-law more peaceful as during the 20 minutes he sat alone in the room with the little gaffer. Just watching. He didn't say a word.