He remains oblivious still as to why they cannot tell Aiden about this, though indeed he hardly knows the words to describe it, failing to understand any implications from what the man is assured is entirely instinctive, no part of himself holding any belief that others may perceive it as otherwise, that such a thing often results in a delicate tangle of emotions. He had done simply what he believes needed to be done, remains entirely content- if not completely sated, his entire body soothed into a sedated bliss as what remains of that utterly pleasurable sensation of adrenaline continues to steadily move within his veins, perhaps resulting in his lack of normal aggression within these moments, senses lazy as she shifts behind him, though his muscle tenses all the same, protective instincts still entirely in-tact, more so perhaps in the wake f there most recent activity, the young man having no desire to have his possession....harmed in any way as he moves to guide her away, hurriedly pulling her along behind him and into the hallway- only to be confronted by the screaming older woman, his agitation this time readily beginning to emerge, those tendrils of Nadya's power perhaps beginning to wane, his own apprehension at being within a confined space with a shouting woman rapidly seeing him become irate once more, growl caught within his throat as Nadya hurriedly steps before him, features softening ever so slightly perhaps, responding to the female once more.

The sudden shift within the elderly woman's personality is readily perceived by the male Were, his own ability to read the body language of others and the end to her screaming seeing the male shift once more, his own aggression receding if only slightly, eyes narrowed suddenly upon the woman with distinct unease, struggling now to perceive her new intentions as Nadya begs him not to harm her, a command he may have been content to obey had the other woman not chosen that moment to come towards them, Naddy's fear and panic readily bleeding into him once more as he bristles visibly again, entirely prepared to maul the woman in defence of his pack mate before she near doubles over in some form of illness, Tobias stumbling hurriedly back, evidently content to use Nadya as a shield of sorts from the now ill women as his features contort into a look of disdain.

"That is....disgusting."

He is barely given time to consider the situation further before he is very near jerked off his feet and into the room, door slammed behind him as he blinks once more, mind struggling to perceive this rapid changes of events, form calmed slightly perhaps by Nadya's powers once more as the girl leas against the door, his own attention turned entirely onto the room itself, head tilted slightly to the side as he approaches the TV. It has been years since he has seen a television, not since he had spent his time in Nadya and Aiden's childhood home had he been given to experience it, his fascination clear as those dark eyes fixate upon the news reporter, head tilted from side to side, evidently attempting to work out just how the man has given to be within the box at all, moving to peer experimentally behind it before the picture changes, the footage of what is evidently a Hunter caught on security footage apprehending a warlock resulting in a sudden yelp from the man, one hand swung outwards to send the television flying in some effort to protect himself from the Hunter that he believes had been mere moments from breaking free, the unfortunate machine colliding with the wall where it shutters and breaks, sputtering out as the picture dies and he continues to glare- turning seriously back to Nadya now as his arms fold.

"Don't worry....I got him."

Clearly he is assured he has protected her form this threat, eyes proceeding to examine the rest of the room, scenting the air as he does for any further threat before reaching to pluck something out of the elderly woman's suitcase, holding up the tan coloured bra with clear confusion.

"What is...this?"

Curiosity, as they say, is the folly of the cat, the man content to continue to rifle through her suitcase before those fathomless eyes fixate upon the neatly made bed, one hand reaching out to rest against the covers, fingers curling against it in the way a cat claws at a pleasing surface, lopsided grin touching his features as he looks to the dark-haired woman still wrapped in towel.

"Naddy...come.....here."

He beckons her now, voice still holding those commanding notes, waiting for her to come away from the door and towards him before he proceeds to lift the cover, scrambling suddenly beneath it. The dark, warm space beneath the covers seeming to delight him as he abruptly lies back, little more than his bare feet sticking out from beneath the covers now.

"Is like a....cave. Naddy! Come here, look!"

Clearly he wants her to get under the blankets as well, content to share that warmth and darkness with her, throat rolling in a human like purr of satisfaction as post-mating tiredness teases at him once more, oblivious to their need not to linger.

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