His interest within his favoured female companions dress remains assured, fingers brushing lightly over the silky fabric that so seems to earn the...compliment of sorts that spills from his lips, one interrupted by Birdie's own attempt at praise for the outfit he has been forced into, the boy hardly given to appreciate his tuxedo much less the look of humanity it seems to provide the otherwise shaggy haired deviant whom seems to still have managed to go barefoot- his lack of shoes evidently un-noticed by the staff at the door upon his entry. Her words see his head tilt slightly to one side, as if attempting to perceive the words she offers before he nods, rather solemnly, as if he is entirely aware of his appearance, along with his handsomeness.

"Yes...I know."

He simply moves to agree with her, having failed entirely to perceive the correct and humble acceptance of a compliment, as honest in his words as he is his own praise. He cannot perceive entirely why he likes the appearance of the women before him, gaze lingering upon each swell and curve with evident appreciation and yet his mind remains perhaps innocent in this, unable perhaps to understand it is the figure-hugging fabric that so seems to hold his attention before the arrival of Damon seems to draw those dark chocolate eyes away from his point of fascination. He remembers Damon, mind rapidly seeming to snatch upon this fractured encounter sorted somewhere within the broken planes of his mind and yet- his features seem to remain entirely emotionless, blank, unable to recall any true memory and thus understanding of the creature beyond their single encounter and as such is seemingly incapable of selecting an expression or mood he has deemed suitable for this individual, merely blinking momentarily in response before pointing once more back towards the emerald eyed man.

"Tetra."

He has connected 'photo' with 'friend' answering Damon as best as it would seem he is capable as he nods, dark gaze flicking from Damon to Salt and back again, mind seemingly attempting to perceive the subtle changes within the unspoken body language that exists between the pair. Salt is not pack, yet, she has lived with pack . So many days and weeks spent within her apartment having seen those possessive tendrils of understanding rapidly begin to ensnare the woman within his mind, assured that if she is not pack- then perhaps she is simply pack property and yet, her evident lack of displeasure sees the animal remain calm- at least for now, leaving her to speak with Damon. It is the next man to approach that so seems to spark a response from the Leopard, a grin rapidly seeming to find his features at Davante's arrival. With Tetradore so utterly determined to continue to punish him by ignoring him and Nadya's increasingly common mood swings the boy has been content, more and more, to seek the blue-eyed man and his store within the west, having taken to reclining upon the counter of Davante's store, content to permit his presence provided the warlock offer him the continued adoration the spotted feline seems to believe he is owed and yet, his evident affection of sorts for the man is surely clear. Davante's compliment however, is entirely lost upon him, the boy unable to perceive sarcasm in any form, merely seeking to nod once more, having decided that such an gesture is surely appropriate regardless.

He moves to step forward now and towards the other man, when Birdie's presence at his side rapidly sees him halt, the woman pressing against him in a way he has come to understand represents an often fearful reaction. It is a simple thing perhaps, one the more animalistic side of himself is given to respond too. She is his....female and he is hardly willing to have her upset, the desire to protect what belongs so personally to him seeing him shift slightly to stand before her, placing himself between her and Davante as dark eyes flicker from wolf to warlock and back again, the words the woman offers seeing a growl of sorts rise within his throat, that ever infamous volatile nature seeming to respond so readily to the aggressive fear that turns within the woman in turn. Dark eyes move to slice rapidly back towards Davante now- before his features seem to fall utterly blank entirely, one hand lifting to point suddenly to the left of the man.

"What....is that?"

He waits for merely a moment, assured Davante will fall for this ploy as so many have before, waiting for the man to turn and look towards his pointed finger before his free hand lifts to rather suddenly slap the back of the other mans head in a clear punishment for behaviour the domineering leopard has deemed unacceptable.

"Do not...hurt....Birdie. She....belongs to me."

Satisfied that Davante has been sufficiently punished for his indiscretion the dark-eyed deviant's attention returns to the woman now, one hand reaching to capture her own, thumb moving to brush over and over the smooth skin of her hand in a mimic of the gesture she so often uses against himself, displaying some ability to learn in this moment before dark eyes return to her own.

"I....like Dav....he is very...good at games and...at patting...my paws....I am going to....keep him. He...will not....hurt Birdie again. Birdie...will....like him too."

He seeks to offer her this assurance, clearly of the belief this matter is over, continuing to draw her attention to the soft touch upon her hand, seeking to distract her thoughts perhaps, to incline her towards his own desires now in this easy manipulation. In Tetradores absence it would seem the younger man has evidently taken over this 'pack' assured that Birdie, Salt and Dav, at least, are his possession in some regard, his to guard and command. His hand releases her own mere moments later, dark eyes rapidly shifting once more in response to....another power of sorts, Hunters Instinct so rapidly alerting him to the approach of another, the lithe, tall, bare-footed boy pivoting in place to face the approaching Antaros. That the vampire is old is perhaps the only true knowledge his own powers afford him and yet it would seem this emergence of what the animalistic, feral creature seems to determine a male rival of sorts is given to spark agitation in the untamed creature, the boy moving to place himself suddenly between the vampire and his makeshift 'pack'. With Tetradore otherwise occupied the Subordinate has seemingly assumed his Leaders role, evidently having perceived some form of ownership over Salt, Birdie, Dav and Damon. Were's after all- are terribly territorial creatures, possessive by nature, the young man shifting ever so slightly to place Dav and Birdie either side of himself (after all, a good Second and Third should stand in those positions), arms folding across his chest as he makes no effort to hide his appraisal of the vampire.

Head tilts and turns from side to side in a manner truly animalistic, merely seeming content to...study this newest being with clear curiosity as any male surely does when another makes himself known. After all, he is the most powerful among the Were's, only Raven truly capable of matching his numerous abilities and as such an older creature is deemed worthy of his examination.

"Are you....from...Syn?"

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