She may very well have spoken to a wall for all the good her attempts at explanation has done her within these moments, her attempts to explain the intricacies of real estate fallen upon deaf ears. He simply cannot fathom what it is she has attempted to explain in these moments, her continued reference to house and home and ownership met with little more then a blank stare, the man doing simply as he has been trained to do- to offer the person whom is speaking his attention and yet the vagueness to his handsome, youthful features assure he has no true reasoning of the array of concepts the woman as attempted to have him grasp within her words. Her assurance that her acceptance within his pack is little more then an invitation is also given to do little more than see the creature scowl slightly in discontent, shoulders rolling in something akin to a shrug, shaggy dark locks tangling with the length of his lashes in this moment as he sees fit to evidently ignore her entirely, choosing it would seem- to pretend utterly as if she has not spoken at all. He is simply as a child in this regard, choosing to hear and respond to only what he desires, a form of...choice deafness perhaps as he remains oblivious to her technicalities. The world to Tobias is a truly simple thing in so many regards, so little grey marring the black and white of his world and as such, that Tetra has marked her as pack- is all the authority he requires to accept her as such, his fondness for the woman making her far more inclined to appreciate her companionship and willing accept her presence amongst the Nightshade ranks. Her words and protests, entirely ignored as if she had simply never spoken them.

Her attempts to struggle out from beneath him as he remains astride her achieve little more then a slight addition of pressure upon her, the man aiming to keep her firmly in place beneath him as he simply grins, entirely unable to comprehend the thoughts that linger within her mind, the woman having misread his attention entirely it would seem and yet he remains so very unaware of the social norms of society, unable to comprehend that such a thing is perhaps not so entirely acceptable upon some instances, seeking to do little more than have the woman acknowledge his own position. If she is to be within his pack, after all, she needs to know where she belongs. He is a dominant creature by nature, instinct demanding such a thing of him within this moment, the leopard content to enforce his own form of command, an assertive edge to each of his movements now as his gaze rests upon her. Her sudden relaxation beneath him, followed by her lips against his cheek see his own volatile nature soothed in this moment, the woman acting in a manner it would seem he has deemed acceptable, nodding slightly in satisfaction before he moves to roll to the side and offer her freedom once more, assured she understands her place beneath him now, her submission (albeit a cunningly earned one) readily noted by the spotted fiend as he seems content to rest beside her now, this arrangement hardly different to the many nights they have spent before, interrupted only by Naddy's presence, Tobias so often choosing to sleep beside his packmate, limbs entangled with her own, sharing pillows and cold feet just as he does when he rests beside Tetra as any pack surely should.

For now however, the tall, lanky young man simply moves to fold his arms behind his head in some mimicked gesture of relaxation as Birdie nods beside him, asking after the game he desires to play, his childish nature entirely engaged in this moment, boyish innocence so very clear as those dark eyes flicker to her own.

"I want to...play...the snapping game."

What on earth the snapping game is clearly remains to be seen as he moves to suddenly sit up, long limbs folding beneath him in this moment as he waits for Birdie to do the same, shifting slightly atop the bed until he faces her before suddenly reaching for both the woman's hands, pulling them towards him until they are held out before her, suddenly placing his own hands beneath until her hands rest atop his own. For a moment he simply allows his hands to rest there before suddenly flipping them out from beneath her own and slapping them down, hands loudly smacking her own as he snickers in delight.

"I win!"

His hands return suddenly beneath her own once more, the smooth touch to her fingers noticed by some more primal part of his mind before he suddenly tenses, a false move, little more then a trick to see if the woman may be fooled into attempting to move her hands and flinch before he suddenly whirls his hands up once more, slamming them down upon her own with perhaps far more force and enthusiasm then is actually required, grinning wildly again at his second victory, any chance of truly hurting the woman surely limited by her own healing ability as he flips there hands now, allowing her hands to rest beneath his own, dark eyes suddenly focusing upon her so very intently, instincts drawn upward now. Surely she has learned already that he is rarely given to play any game in which he cannot cheat, his Hunters ability utilised now to allow him some sense of....prediction for when she will move her hands, the woman so well known to him that he will surely be near impossible to strike, a teasing simper of sorts resting upon his lips.

"Birdie's turn."

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