Toby already preferred this method already. Letting the baby Griffin come to him, making him feel chosen AND like he wasn't forcing the creature to be with him if it didn't want to.

He felt as though even sitting up made him tower the babies too much, even if it was just a little bit. Preferring to let the Griffins feel super comfortable and everything, Toby went the whole hog and lie down on the ground, right where he'd sat. Just chilling, just waiting.

It took a surprisingly short time before he saw it. A cute little Griffin face, though from Toby's angle it just looked like a little eagle, suddenly appeared over him, looking down and cocking its head curiously at him. Toby was just about to raise his hand to see if it wanted to nip at his fingers, when its itty bitter clawed foot also made an appearance, going straight for his face. Toby reflexively squeezed his eyes shut, but the Griffin clawing at his face didn't actually hurt at all, and it kept clear of his eyes anyway. He opened them again and smiled.

"Hi," Toby said, now actually bringing his hand up to the baby creature, who immediately nipped at his fingers. It didn't really hurt at all. "I'm Toby. And you're..." One name had immediately sprung to mind, and Toby always decided to go with the first name he thought of. "Griffin. Hi Griffin."

Griffin the Griffin. Sounded perfect to him.

Very carefully, so as not to worry the baby, Toby sat himself back up again. He needed have worried, because already Griffin was attempting to climb up over him, quite comfortable. Toby couldn't help but grin, and soon he was sat cross-legged again, with Griffin trying to climb all up over his legs, losing balance, and toppling over, right into his lap. It didn't seem to mind, and merely sat there with him, looking out at everyone else with Toby.

He had been chosen.