He had, for all intents and purposes- escaped.

That he is surely required back within the fighting arenas of the Ark has clearly not occurred to the glorious golden cat, spotted hide stretched out across the polished countertop of Red on The Water, each muscles rolling with the lazy easy only a cat can truly manage as the Leopard yawns and stretches once more, claws extended in sheer response to the bliss of his current position before that handsome head rolls back atop the counter once more, a purr of satisfaction rolling within his throat as the vampire bartender raises one hand to stroke him once more, the boy content to languish in this endless affection. He was supposed to be at home, supposed to be watching over the Ark and keeping in line those whom dared to violate the rules of the floating barge he commanded with his Alpha and yet his hunger had driven him from it- Tetradore's determination to spend the evening asleep having resulted in a very late dinner, Tobias having strolled from the confines of his home on order to find the meal Tetradore was late in providing him, the Leopard having loped his way to the other side of town, content to track Isolt's scent to the bar she worked within before having been provided with a beef stew for his efforts, the empty bowl licked clean and rested beside his lounging form. One of the many benefits, perhaps, of being the Prince of the West- very few creatures willing to displease him.

The entrance of the female vampire sees one golden Leopard eye roll open, watching the woman move towards a table within the far corner, tail flicking lightly in evident curiosity of this unfamiliar scent that reaches his nostrils. It is with something of a snort that the big cat rolls, lifting smoothly to his feet before leaping from the bar top to pad towards the lone girl and her drink, head tilted in evident interest as he approaches. He is not like the others- his mind does not function on a level others do, his fractured, broken thoughts resulting in an individual as entirely unpredictable as he is dangerous and yet tonight it would seem- his thoughts are given more towards play then agitation, his patience for vampires at the best of times noticeably thin after so many months spent chained as a pet to Risqué's bedroom wall. A treatment he has never forgotten and remains every weary off, for now however it would seem he is at peace with his current company, muscles bunching easily to allow him to leap up and onto the seat opposite her, golden eyes seeking her own as he remains utterly content to simply stare for several moments before leaning suddenly forward to sniff at her glass. He does not drink alcohol, such a thing forbidden to him even in his human form, his inability to control his vast array of powers even without the influence of alcohol having resulted in those around him taking to hiding it from him, else refusing to allow him to try it- a needless precaution perhaps, the taste is...disagreeable to him and yet it would seem he remains content to try. Tongue slides easily from between his lips to dip into her drink, lapping at it for several moments- utterly oblivious to how and why this may be inappropriate before abruptly pulling his head away with a snort, tongue poked from his lips in clear distaste before that Leopard form suddenly shimmers and shifts.

Fur and claws give way to skin and hair, the Leopard replaced with a shaggy haired young man, lashings of thick, black hair tumbling into his equally dark gaze as long limbs and toned form lean easily onto his elbows upon the table, head resting within his hands as his lips manage a boyish grin of sorts as several other patrons hurriedly avert their gaze from the utterly naked young man (Tobias rarely bothering to shift with clothing) nor able to comprehend why others found it entirely so shocking. Nakedness for Were's, after all, as entirely commonplace.

"That....is....bad."

His words are fractured, broken, stuttered- his ability to talk a truly limiting thing and evidently clear in this moment as the rugged young man regards her once more, dark eyes watching from beneath his impossibly wild, untamed locks of dark hair.

"Why....are you...drinking it?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push