Basking in the company of the were-leopard, Davante was content to let him exert whatever behavior he so chose. There was a certain feral, animalistic nature in which the man existed that surfaced as soon as the feline skin fell away. It was fascinating to watch, really, as the leopard's instincts took over and he performed a mangling task in dealing with the slabs of meat that the butcher's shop all but hand delivered him. It wasn't until the crowd surrounding their audible scene dispersed thanks to the side effects of the leopard's innate power that he seemed perturbed by the occurrence of facial hair on his... face. Rage, fear, and displeasure blended the features of the leopards face into a giant contorted expression that could only be described as unamused. Where had the facial hair come from?! The warlock tried to keep his laughter at bay, but was unfortunately unable to do so. With another laugh, he shrugged a shoulder at Tobias' gripes that he didn't like the facial hair, and wanted its removal pronto. There were tools to assist such a process, but did the warlock truly want to attempt to help Tobias on the path to self-discovery when the conversation might include something about the birds and the bees? How much did he know about... anything, really? Would he even understand such a thing called a razor? Momentarily panicked at having to deal with a frightened, unhappy leopard, Davante tried wracking his brain for any acceptable answer, finding his lips parting with the absolute lack of material his mind came up with.

"They don't teach you testosterone-101 in the wild then, do they?"

Davante wanted to persuade Tobi to forget the hair on his face, but the lack of interest from the leopard in the dancing piece of meat made it quite clear that he had very, very strong other opinions. Tobi gazed up at him with an almost longing in his eyes like he was desiring for some kind of carnal, primitive knowledge of facial hair. What the fuck was he supposed to say? Sure, little leopard, let's get our friend gilette over here and we'll have a shaving party fit for a king! Wipe that frown off your face, we'll get the hair gone in no time! The picture of the warlock teaching Tobias how to shave made him wrinkle his nose in distaste. Surely, that was not a good idea. But the leopard looked so lost, so longing to understand why the wretched hair chose HIS face of all faces! In an attempt to sate the creature, Davante shrugged his shoulder to give off the impression that such a tragedy was truly solvable with no need for emotional upset.

"There isn't a whole hell of a lot we can do about it here. Follow the dancing meat slab and we can -... Remedy your situation. Gonna have to warn you though, it's going to come back. That is a fact of life, human orfeline."

The sage advice was offered with a nod afterwards, supporting his theory with his conviction. Davante was tolerant enough to follow behind the leopard amiably, causing all sorts of swings and flounces from the slab of meat to keep the man's attention on point. It was a very easily executed strategy because the leopard was very keen on hunting his newest prize, although it was as if Davante wasn't paying enough attention to the chase. His yowl elicited an exasperated eye-roll, before Davante nodded.

"Your highness, you have four legs. I have two. I am coming along as fast as my humanoid limitations allow."

Most of his words were solely for himself as it was becoming more and more evident that the other man didn't understand; nor did he want to understand the variety of definitions of nearly more than half of his words. The location of Davante's building was rapidly approaching. This was something he assumed the leopard would gage as his senses were so much more keen than the man's own, something that was actually intriguing. How strong were those senses, and were they as strong â€" if not stronger, than a true animals? It was a question that Davante would have preferred to ask a different individual, but with his company at hand he chose to stay quiet instead, unlocking his door with a gentle twist of his fingers even though they were not yet on the knob. Metal bending was an expertise of the warlock's, as with much practice and will, he enjoyed the task. His apartment was wide open and fairly spacious, decorated with a variety of objects mostly from South Africa, his home country. Immediately upon entrance, however, they would be greeted with a very high pitched yowl undulating from on top of the refridgerator. Church, Davante's black cat, was wide-eyed with fear as the leopard stalked into his territory. So that's what he would do! Davante had mulled over the idea before they actually met, and gently ran his long fingers over Church's back, trying to tell him that Tobias was alright.

Was he? How would the leopard react to a domestic house cat attempting to exert dominance?

"Be nice, both of you boys. I don't want to have to put you in time out."