That her pack would be given to bring her harm is a curious thing for the deviant, head tilting slightly as those dark eyes narrow only further in some semblance of displeasure. He understands her words, mind focused readily upon them and yet the notion of why her pack would harm her, perhaps, seems to result in this tilt of his head, leopard gold flickering within those darkened depths. Some part of the young male has assumed an...ownership of sorts over the woman, a rumbling growl of dissent resting within his throat at the mention of her harm at the hands of others. He is a protective creature- dangerously so, his mind disliking this knowledge offered to him. It is his job, his rank, his role to protect those of pack, mind unable perhaps, to understand that such assaults upon the woman were well within the past, his desire to protect what is his own given to flare as he demands further knowledge from her- fingers tightening within a fist or sorts in some form of effort to release the violent aggression that stirs within him. Her hand reaching for his own, grasping his fingers sees his attention shift towards the woman, that violent moment seeming to fade, if only slightly with this single touch upon him, attention focused once more upon her as the darkness of his gaze meets her own, leopard gold fading into the dark chocolate of his more human gaze as the curly-haired woman was given to speak once more. Her admittance in regards to the murder of her pack sees his gaze waver slightly, that clever, cunning mind given to calculate and perceive that which he is offered, though indeed if he is given to take any form of offence at her admission of murder he is hardly given to display it, seemingly unfazed entirely by such a thing. Murder, after all, is hardly as such to the boy. The survival of the fittest is simply the law of nature, if her pack had harmed her, if she had sought to exact her own dominance in response and they had been killed then this is simply the law of nature. A pack member that will not submit must be forced to do so, if such force should result in death then that is imply the way it is, the boy offering little more than a shrug of his shoulders.

"Killed....because....Birdie was stronger....strong is good."

He simply nods, evidently approving of her actions in some regard, the dark eyes creature continuing to observe her for a moment longer as she managed a shy smile of sorts, the boy attempting to mimic the gesture and yet truly it looks entirely misplaced upon his youthful features. He simply....does not judge such things upon others, seems entirely unfazed by her words, accepts them simply for what they are. He is a difficult creature perhaps, in so many ways and yet his honesty cannot be denied, the boy often entirely blunt in his manner and as such simply accepts such a thing within Birdie herself. He prefers an honest world, sarcasm and irony are so easily lost upon him.

"Tobi will....protect Birdie now....is...my job."

He simply nods, seemingly content to end such a conversation, assured entirely of his rank and role before he moves to answer her other questions, his mention of sex seemingly given to see the girls grin hurriedly fade, each action and reaction studied carefully upon her, so much of that which remains unsaid carefully observed by the creature, each twitch and movement of muscle readily observed by the young man as his words seem to...displease her in some fashion, confusion once more lacing his features. He does not understand her confusion on this regard, his words entirely honest, oblivious to the fact that such understanding contradicts so entirely with Birdie's own, just as he remains so very oblivious to her thoughts and ideals in regards to himself, that small sense of hope blossoming within her as he continues to stare blankly in her direction. Matters of emotion are...difficult for the creature, often ignored entirely, his ability to identify emotions in others, let alone himself, near entirely impossible for a boy whom often seems to lack empathy entirely. Her hand moves to brush against his wrist once more, drawing his attention entirely upon her, responding to this sensation of touch with attention now as she speaks slowly in an effort to force his understanding.

Her words however....offer little more than only further confusion, frustration seeming to mark his features entirely once more. Sex between himself and Nadya had always been...angry to a certain extent and yet he had both enjoyed and love Nadya as any brother loves a sister, confused entirely by this combination of emotions he cannot identify nor understand, knowing only that both Nadya and Birdie were content to tell him of the wrongness of such a game when....not done with a mate.

"I am happy....when we play...the sex game."

Happy is perhaps one emotion he can identify and indeed he is sure he and Nadya had both been happy during such a game despite the anger and frustration that had brought about such a thing, eyes blinking slightly, blank features hiding the turmoil of his mind in this moment, agitation and frustration rapidly seeing his tangled thoughts twist and turn only further in some desperate struggle to perceive what she has suggested, merely offering her a nod, evidently assured that it is an acceptable response and yet that he has offered no further clarification has assured that he does not, perhaps, understand so much at all. His mind, it would seem, has decided entirely that he no longer wishes to think on this subject, shutting down entirely now as he suddenly lays back, offering his hands to the woman now in a silent demand for attention in a manner he approves. He allows the woman to brush the tangled lengths of hair from his features, accepting enough of her touch as she continues to stroke his palms in a manner he deems acceptable, before her fingers move to rub behind his ears as a satisfied purr rolls within his throat, the boy melting back against her own frame as she speaks.

"I will not...hurt Birdie. Everybody....likes me."

Well- he thinks they do, a grin of sorts flickering across his features before he makes himself only more comfortable atop the bed.

"Birdie."

He pauses only long enough to be assured he has her attention, head tilted backwards slightly to find her gaze, having learned indeed that such a thing generally insights conversation.

"It is...sleep time....now. We are going to....sleep in Birdie's bed...tonight."

That he has decided, indeed, that tonight they are staying here is clear in this moment, another satisfied purr rumbling from within as he remains content to absorb all her attention for a few moments longer before he decides entirely that it is sleeping time.

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