You know how people give you the back of the hand?
Well, this is Trickster’s preferred stance toward me:
Of course, sometimes giving me the back is simply a second effect to much larger (and known-only-to-her) purpose.
There is nothing on the other side of that door except floor and more doors. Doesn’t end her fascination, though.
She can’t even face me when she’s sitting in my lap.
Yes, I am clearly the center of her existence.