Tetradore's sudden vocalisation sees the red-lipped man angle his shaggy head back towards his Leader, fingers reaching up to brush at his lipstick stained features as the other man enquires as to just what it was he had been eating. He manages a shrug of sorts, his mind having no true answer for such a thing, lipstick a fairly foreign object to the young man, having merely consumed it under the belief that it had been, in fact, some form of food. His attempts to offer it to the vampire are seemingly ignored and yet Tetradore's question is surely answered as the half-eaten stick is tossed upon the floor, the boy seemingly having lost interest in it entirely, a grin of sorts offered to his Leaders single word of praise. Perhaps it has been many years since they have truly been together and yet for Tobias, at least, so very little has changed within regards to the manner in which he interacts with his chosen Leader, even the smallest suggestion of praise readily seeing the other man very near glow. Even as a child perhaps, he had sought Tetradore's approval even above the few adults whom had tried to coax him from the shadows of his own existence, willing to allow himself to be led inside, to partake in pack activities only upon the belief Tetra would somehow approve of it. For all his faults, his loyalty at least, cannot be questioned. The question that follow see the vampire woman near forgotten in these moments, those ever-dark eyes held upon the emerald-eyed man once more, his first question receiving little more then a stuttered response, Tobias given to frown momentarily in displeasure at any form of hesitation from his Alpha before his second question sees a more pleasing answer. Belong to no one.

For half a moment the boy is seemingly given to consider this, head tilting slightly as lashings of dark hair tangle with his features, fractured mind attempting to understand the implications of such a thing before he is at last given to nod in a simple and silent acceptance of this judgement. That they no longer have to return to Syn is a pleasing thing to the lank leopard, his already fractured mind rapidly having begun to deteriorate further within the grasp of their vampire mistress, his disdain for being caged or restrained having allowed further cracks to appear within his already delicate ability to appear human as such perhaps, there escape has come just in time, so much of his human side perhaps salvageable still should any care to try. The sudden tensing within his companions frame sees the taller man follow suit, each muscle pulled taught, eyes flashing with leopard gold as he whirls to face the door once more, little more then a week within Syn having taught the boy that such a clicking sound readily heralds Risque's appearance. When it is merely Nadya that appears both men, it would seem, are readily given to relax once more. Nadya's sudden shouting however only sees the shaggy-haired deviant scowl in disdain for such a tone. Her words come quickly, to fast for his mind to grasp their true intention and yet her tone alone indicates some form of displeasure directed towards him, Tetradore and the vampire woman momentarily fading from his mind as he proceeds to stand once more, turning to face Nadya, arms folding across his chest in the very mimic of a displeased person.

"I am...hungry."

This alone, seems to justify his murder of the lipstick, the fridge having proved to be an entirely fruitless effort, dark eyes held firmly against her own, his manner shifted so abruptly from the almost...pleasant creature that had rested beside Tetra mere moments ago. Perhaps it is that Nadya is in possession of blood so equally allowing her to lead and yet Tobias has, perhaps, never been accepting of such a thing, refusing to offer the woman even the slightest hint of submission, the result being their near constant bickering and occasional more feral spats, each determined to dominate the other, his behaviour in this moment entirely characteristic of such, very near daring her to continue to argue with him as he moves to step towards her now. His nature is so often animalistic, so often lingering upon that line between best and man as he presses readily into her personal space. He dislikes being yelled at.

"I can...eat it....if I...want."

He pauses once more, seemingly waiting only long enough for her to offer some form of argument before turning away from her, muttering as he does, words holding no real meaning or sound as he seems content to carry out this conversation with himself, distracted only as the vampire collides with the wall and Tetradore speaks of killing her. For a moment the man is simply given to stare, eyes flicking from his leader to the vampire and back, evident confusion lacing his features before he shoulders roll in a somewhat odd attempt at a shrug, the boy never having been particularly good at copying all such gestures.

"I killed.....lots of...people. It...does not....make me sad."

Why on earth Tetradore seemed...upset about such a thing Tobias hardly knows, nor does he seem to care as the other man asks the vampire to stay the night, the younger mans attention firmly upon his stomach once more as his attention shifts briefly back to Isolt.

"Are you....sad because....you smell like...dead?"

That he is truly, not helping the situation remains to be seen, dark eyes sliding briefly back towards Nadya now as the barest hint of...cunning seems to linger within those dark depths- if only for a moment, his sense already aware of...weakness upon the woman, of bite marks that may not yet have healed, the boy content, it would seem- to call her out as punishment for her having dared to yell at him.

"Vampire can...bite Naddy if.....you want. Naddy.....lets vampires....bite her. Lots."

If he is hungry he is given to believe that all around him are surely hungry, the barest hint of a smirk seeming to trace his lips before he moves to look towards Tetra once more, his innocent façade returned.

"When will...you make me...dinner?"

If Risque is not here to feed him, then surely Tetradore will.

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