For the barest of moments those wild dark eyes focus upon her shorts, her delicate fingers tugging at the rim in some effort to loosen the edges and allow her limbs a further motility. Such a gesture however, is lost upon him entirely- the man simply content to watch in some manner of confusion, head tilting slightly before he moves to mimic the gesture, fingers brushing at his own jeans absentmindedly. It is his last attempt perhaps...to connect with those around him, his mind so terribly broken beyond repair and yet indeed he is aware he is different from others, knows he is unable to connect with them on so many levels and indeed perhaps so much of his violent nature is drawn from this continued frustration, his ability to mimic others his final attempt to simply belong- in some sense of the word as his copies this seemingly mundane gesture before covering his eyes and beginning his incorrect counting. His eyes remain closed now, tail firmly over them in this manner- dark ears flicking about the top of his skull, closely following the sounds she makes, head tilting in some curiosity at the slam of cupboards, her direction cleverly muffled in this manner and indeed for a moment he is very near given to confusion. Her scent so readily permeates the air, that thickened cloy of both human, female and....prey seeming to tease and taunt at his instincts though indeed he forces such desires down, exercising a rare control in these moments and yet...she had fed him, this alone has assured her at least an hour or so more of life- until his hunger claws at him once more.

She is better, perhaps, then he had believed, the man so rarely surprised by women. After all- they are beneath him, women the more submissive of the species in all regards he is sure and yet he often remains wary of them still, the sting of Birdies hand upon his face well remembered just as Risque's continued punishments still hold place within his fractured thoughts and yet, that the deer had proven to be more cunning then his mind had anticipated sees a frown of sorts contort his features in this moment, listening still as she moves further away from him- silence ensuring as he finishes his obscure counting. His tail flicks aside, exquisite dark chocolate eyes flickering open once more, long lashes catching against the locks of his as he brushes those ebony strands aside with a moment of nonchalance. For a moment of so he simply pauses, scent the air about him, wandering a stride or so towards the kitchen before halting abruptly. She has touched places in here, many places and yet she is not here. His tongue moves to brush against his teeth in this moment of contemplation, words muttered softly from his lips, the young man evidently content to...talk to himself in this moment, muttering as he suddenly pivots, shifting direction and forcing his own unique power into life now, affinity stretching and spreading, so perfectly beneath his control, the strongest of his many powers as a smirk of sorts touches his lips- the man moving suddenly and determinedly towards the bedroom, as if the woman has suddenly become visible upon his radar, bare feet and long limbs covering the distance easily as he pauses briefly by the window, her scent upon it, before he moves to stride towards the closet and swing open the doors- assured of his victory, his power having led him near instantly to the woman.

The pile of clothes that greets him however sees evident confusion touch his features, head tilted once more, one hand moving cautiously to poke at the pile of clothing. She is here, he is sure, his power confirming her presence at yet she somehow remains...invisible.

"Fae?"

He moves to step back a single step, as if, like an animal, viewing the pile of clothing from a different angle may somehow reveal something unique, one hand reaching forward again to grasp a shirt of sorts from the top of the pile and lift it upward, tossing it behind him. That the clothing can be removed is evidently a delightful discovery, the boy moving to toss shirt after shirt, dress and skirt from the pile until the deer is finally revealed, a snicker of delight hissed from his lips.

"I win! I win!"

A satisfied purr of sorts vibrates within his throat, the boy clearly delighting in this form of hunting game, dark eyes seeming all the darker in this moment with his satisfaction, lithe, toned form shifting briefly away from the woman, allowing her a moment to stand up before something is clearly given to catch his attention, dark eyes narrowed warily as he moves to snatch a scarp of fabric he has tossed from the bed beside him.

"What...is this?"

He has truly never seen such a contraption before, eyeing it warily as he seems to attempt to decide where and how it is worn, evidently unsure as to whether it is a belt...or a hat. That it is, in fact, a bra, has clearly escaped his attention. In all the times he has been with Nadya he is assured she has never had one and yet there...coupling is almost entirely driven by instinct, neither content to be gentle or patient, each of them so often left with bruised and clawed frames and yet Tobias has simply never been informed of any other way to be with a female, never been shown not taught to be gentle. As such, had Nadya ever had such an article of clothing he has surely clawed it apart, never having studied it, eyes turned back towards Fae now with clear curiosity, his desire to hunt her momentarily forgotten once more. The morning is getting later and indeed he is assured he must return to Syn soon enough, to the foot of mistresses bed lest she find him gone and yet he seeks to know just what this is before he leaves- oblivious to the fact that such things, such topics are perhaps not commonly spoken about between two strangers, dark eyes containing to linger upon her pretty features.

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