Her father means all of this as a way of endearment, cute nicknames, etc.However, here Carter links us back to the patronising names and views linked with females – often women are treated as pets or child-like
This leonine apparition shook Beauty's father until his teeth rattled and then dropped him sprawling on his knees - courtship
When he handed the picture back, the Beast took good care not to scratch the surface with his claws. - courtship
she could not control an instinctual shudder of fear when she saw him, for a lion is a lion and a man is a man and, though lions are more beautiful by far than we are, yet they belong to a different order of beauty - courtship
She found his bewildering difference from herself almost intolerable; its presence choked her. - courtship
Miss Lamb, spotless, sacrificial. - courtship
she stayed, and smiled, because her father wanted her to do so - courtship
suggested, with a hint of shyness, of fear of refusal, that she should stay here, with him, in comfort, while her father returned to London to take up the legal cudgels again, she forced a smile - courtship
Do not think she had no will of her own; only, she was possessed by a sense of obligation to an unusual degree and, besides, she would gladly have gone to the ends of the earth for her father, whom she loved dearly - courtship
his dark, soft rumbling growl ...how could she converse with the possessor of a voice that seemed an instrument created to inspire the terror that the chords of great organs bring? - courtship
as if he himself were in awe of a young girl who looked as if she had been carved out of a single pearl - courtship
He forced himself to master his shyness - courtship
As she was about to rise, he flung himself at her feet and buried his head in her lap. - courtship
the stiff bristles of his muzzle grazing her skin, the rough lapping of his tongue and then, with a flood of compassion, understood: all he is doing is kissing my hands - courtship
he helplessly fell before her to kiss her hands, as he did every night when they parted, she would retreat nervously into her skin, flinching at his touch - courtship
she stretched out her hand towards him, she could not bring herself to touch him of her own free will, he was so different from herself - courtship
She sent him flowers, white roses in return for the ones he had given her - courtship
when she left the florist, she experienced a sudden sense of perfect freedom, as if she had just escaped from an unknown danger - courtship
she took off her earrings in front of the mirror; Beauty. She smiled at herself with satisfaction - courtship
She was learning, at the end of her adolescence, how to be a spoiled child and that pearly skin of hers was plumping out, a little, with high living and compliments - courtship
you could not have said that her freshness was fading but she smiled at herself in mirrors a little too often, these days - courtship
Her face was acquiring, instead of beauty, a lacquer of the invincible prettiness that characterizes certain pampered, exquisite, expensive cats - courtship
The flowers in the glass jars were dead, as if nobody had had the heart to replace them after she was gone - courtship
How was it she had never noticed before that his agate eyes were equipped with lids, like those of a man? Was it because she had only looked at her own face, reflected there? - courtship
She flung herself upon him, so that the iron bedstead groaned, and covered his poor paws with her kisses - courtship
This parallels the act of The Beast kissing Beauty’s hands routinely throughout the narrative.
With the revelation of The Beast’s frailty, Beauty finally relinquished the barriers separating them and accepted his otherness.
it was no longer a lion in her arms but a man, a man with an unkempt mane of hair and, how strange, a broken nose ... that gave him a distant, heroic resemblance to the handsomest of all the beasts - courtship