He is the biggest attention whore, ever.
He will cheerfully go from shoulder to shoulder until I get tired of keeping track of who has him, *now*.
He knows that my leathers mean a possible trip out.
He knows to hop into his backpack if I open his door when wearing leathers.
He rides quietly in the backpack, aware that he will emerge into a crowd of fans.
He also knows that going back *into* the backpack means we are going home and he will have to go back into his house, so he wrestles me for it.
Then, when we get home, he puts on The Face which is supposed to make me feel so guilty for making him Live Like An Animal.
[and it works]
;D