Waylon settles back on his haunches. He looms above her-- a good handful of feet. He should be intimidating, and he knows he could snap her in two if he so pleased.
He does not so please, and it's nice to be talked to for once.
"...alright."
He does want to touch it. Very much. It's shiny and alluring, and he wants it. He settles for reaching out and tapping the coin on her forehead with a claw.