Her reprimand earns her little more than a scoff, the man disliking her posture and tone, disapproving of this newfound confidence, preferring the victim rather then the assured creature he is presented with now and yet her voice wavers still, notes of submission still within her that he seizes upon readily, her attempts to slide along the wall met with a sudden glare in her direction, dark chocolate eyes snapped towards her as he utters his own name, displaying evidently friendliness despite the darkness that remains. He is, despite his momentarily pleasant outlook, evidently unwilling to allow her to escape. Her use of the word kidnap sees his attention revert once more, this foreign new word seizing his attention like a Moth to flame, voice holding a questioning note the woman seems to pick up upon, attempting to offer an explanation though how much of it is given to make sense to him is a debatable thing, head tilting slightly in an effort to perceive the words she offers, struggling to catch even a single familiar phrase before he offers her a puzzled look.

"Why would you....run from pack? Pack is....family."

That he is, despite his clear deficiency's, a pack Were is surly evidently clear in these moments, unable to understand why anyone would flee pack, so much of his life spent so desperately seeking their embrace once more, only recently having returned to Naddy and tetra, taking his place amongst them as he had done so many years ago, falling effortless back into his position at his leaders side. Though today he hunts alone. Her words are seemingly disregarded once more, as if he has simply grown bored with listening, her protest met with a sudden scowl once more as she argues against his desire that she should return to her fox form, eyes darkening readily now despite his inability to understand what a purse is. So he can carry her around again.

"Yes."

He is, if anything, a blatantly honest creature, failing to perceive the disdain in her words and the obvious agitation she took from having been handled in such a fashion. Despite his connection to pack, he is, at best a selfish creature and as such he hardly cares what she might desire, the boy having found an evident love of her soft fur and as such he is determined to touch it again, very near demanding she change back into the pretty thing she had been before- clearly disliking her current skin. The step he takes towards her sees her new found confidence shrivel as quickly as it had blossomed, once more seizing upon her hesitation, feeding so readily off it to only further increase the dominant hold he has upon her, taking another step now, bringing himself readily into touching distance, pressing now against her personal space as she seeks to reprimand him again for calling her a pet.

"What if I say...please?"

As if this may somehow make it better that he has been given to ask. For z moment his features seem to soften, the boy looking decidedly innocent and gentle in these moments as he seeks to contort his features into a look she may find more appealing, deliberately attempting to manipulate her in this manner, aware indeed that women so often respond to such looks as the sunning little creature seeks to further implore her towards him. He likes her fur, he likes her colour, he wants to carry her about if only to further serve to make her a plaything for his amusement. Her won desires, apparently, matter little. Her mention of a deal, fortunately, seems to halt him once more, eyes brightening slightly, the boy holding a true love of such things, looking towards her eagerly now as he seems to consider her proposal. He is silent for some moments before he finally nods, lashings of black hair falling back into his eyes.

"We have deal...but....can I still carry you? Just a...little bit?"

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