That is one seriously adorable looking rooster!  Uhh, "handsome" you can tell him, so he doesn't get a complex.
My dominant rooster Carl knows I'm the Flock Mistress and he respects me.  I believe HE has taught the other roosters to respect me as well.  I can walk anywhere, tight through the whole flock, and it parts for me.  Well, unless the ladies think I'm late in giving them their teats... Then I have to use my shins to move some hens as I walk.  Carl keeps an eye on me to ensure I'm not harming them, but even he has pecked at a hen to move her out of the way so I can get to the BOSS bin.
I don't carry him around now, but I did when he was young and full of testosterone and tried to hustle me.  He made sideways jumps at me, so I started walking him backwards when he did that.  Deliberate steps, not rushing, just made him step backwards or to the side - and no sideways lunges.  I would turn towards him, move forward, hed step backwards, facing me.  Then he'd back up in a different direction, but I turned too, each and every time until HE turned away, giving up.  When he surrendered, turning aside, I  then continued forward as if that was my original direction, going on with my duties.  (But I've never been afraid of roosters.)
He has always "tid-bitted" me, hoping I will accept his presents and become one of his hens.  As adorable as his actions are, and the bits of pretty leaves, small rocks or sticks are SO alluring 

 I know I must never accept them.  He keeps trying... Once he brought me a cigarette butt!  Made me realize he really watches me (and I had to be a whole lot better at disposing my nasty ol' cigarette butts outside!)
Carl is over three years old now and very mellow.  Almost a Professor Emeritus roo, letting the younger boys have their own harems within the flock, as long as they treat them well.