Although satisfied with the little mosquito woman's physical transformation, he has to wonder about her mind. She is clearly intelligent enough to understand his words and follow a simple command. But can she communicate?
The mosquito stands gently on her legs. Fairly shakily at first; he helps her to her strange clawed feet. She stands, wavering like a drunk for a moment, and then takes her first steps on the table with his finger holding her up by her two left hands. She looks up at him, flickers her wings in excitement, and lets go. Her first attempt by herself results in her falling on her rump indignantly, but she stands again, with his help, and slowly gets her footing. She is delicate, dainty, not unladylike as she walks below his gaze.
“I know you can understand me.” He says at last, still at just a whisper. “But can you speak to me?”
She stops, places one of her hands to her lower face as if thinking, and he hears a gurgling noise coming from the tip of her long snout. She hangs her head sadly, looks to her maker, and clearly shakes her head no.
“Oh, that's a shame.” He consoles. “But don't be disheartened, my pretty friend, we'll find a way to speak with each other, yes?”
She brightens and buzzes her wings happily, body language as clear as day.
“You're in quite a good mood, huh?” He laughs.
She nods quickly, excitedly, and looks down at her feet. The mosquito woman bends down slightly, places her hand at her foot, and raises it gently, before pointing at herself, hoping he understands the gesture.
He does. “You... grew?”
She nods and points at him happily, clapping her lower hands together at the same time. She then hugs her body tight in her arms and sways from side to side.
“You like it, I assume?” He smiles warmly.
Again she nods, and flicks her wings. Next, she holds her hands out and places her palms together. She is thanking him.
“You're welcome, darling.” He smiles, and gently strokes her back with one finger. She seems to shudder and melts under the touch, enjoying it.
“My formula has been a work of many years.” He begins explaining to her, caressing her body and examining her changed anatomy. “The idea of forcing evolution in a creature, or at least forcing human evolution, has been a dream of mine forever.”
Her lowers his hand to her feet and she gently steps into his palm with a graceful movement. “Look at you.” He raises her to eye level and watches as she sits in his palm, her legs dangling over the edge. “You turned out better than I ever could have imagined. Perfectly blended with human and your native form's DNA, infused with cell memory that gives you human level intelligence. Nice sharp lines on your exoskeleton, perfectly formed femininity, with an inhuman touch. Long gossamer wings, like a drape of silk behind you.”
He pauses, seeing her reaction to his words. The mosquito woman trembles in his palm. “You're beautiful.” He finishes, and gently strokes her long proboscis with his finger.
She nods appreciatively, again hugs his fingers, and nuzzles his human flesh. He cradles her in his palm for a long time, in a strange moment of romance and emotion, and admires the tiny life he's created. Or improved.
“Would you let me do another test on you?” He asks gently. “I'm curious if a second dosage of my formula will progress you further, perhaps make you more human.”