With the Leopard padding towards his house at a quick pace, Davante found himself being berated by the creature for walking at too slow of a pace. Clearly, the were had better ideas of what he was desiring during their escapades that which Davante was not complying with. The warlock was vaguely amused to see the lashing of the leopard's tail as it flippantly cut through the air behind the were, showcasing his irritation with Davante's lack of compliance. What could he do? Hey, the man had two feet instead of the four that the were was graced with. Granted, the warlock could have made the were slow down by rumbling the ground beneath said four feet, but he was inclined to let Tobias think he was in control of their pace, direction, and general interaction. In the end? Tobias had already proved that if Davante either let him do as he pleased, or even encouraged sour behavior that their lives would be all the better for it. Davante's building loomed in sight, whatever natural scent he had effectively letting the were know that this was indeed his place of residence and their intended location.

Upon entry, Davante had expected to see neither hide nor hair of his pet cat. Church was a haughty, often badly tempered creature that did not take kindly to guests in his kingdom. He roamed the top of the cabinets, visibly boasting his dominance over the pride that happened to be Davante's apartment. There had never been a were in his home, though. Davante hadn't truly thought of what his cat might do if he brought a leopard home. Weren't they all cats anyway? Church appeared out of nowhere in a fit of hissing and low, dominant growls that were intended to ward off the leopard that had arrived beside Church's servant. Davante narrowed his eyes at the cat, assuming that Tobias had enough human instinct ruminating somewhere in his strange human-feline brain to keep from hurting the smaller, domesticated cat; but of Church? The little black fur ball exploded into a giant puff of black, bristling not-very-scary kitty in order to ward the leopard off. Davante had to feign a laugh, ignoring both of them to sort out their feline issues by ducking into the fridge to acquire some kind of meat to give both felines once they were finished with their introductory duel.
When the hissing rose to growling, Davante turned his attention back from the meat drawer to the kitty-boys beside the fridge. He cocked a brow, but the attempted indifference turned into a snort of laughter when Church dive-bombed Tobias, causing the leopard to puff up like a regular house cat. The plume of his tail exploding into a fluffy wand would have put anyone into a fit of giggles, but giggling wasn't particularly the warlock's style. Upon a laugh, it seems the males were spurt into a fit of attack as they began a house-wide rampage rife with snarls and feline yowls enough to make the neighbors worry. Many crashes sounded almost simultaneously, causing Davante to wince as it sounded like more than one thing had hit the floor and met an untimtely death. Perhaps the punishment for that would be Tobias' task of cleaning up the remains?

The howls raised to fever-pitch, and suddenly ceased. Should he be worried? Cats weren't... cannibals or anything, right? With a turkey and bacon sandwich in one hand, Davante wandered into the pit of feline despair that had previously been his bed room. He had been prepared to see feathers flying in the air, pillows torn, et cetera... But instead? There was a human young man sitting on his rather rustled bed with a considerably smaller, black, puffy cat in his lap. The purrs emanating from Church were audible even in the door way, as if to tell Davante that he was uncessary in this room and his new found companion was strikingly more important. With a snort of indignance, Davante shook his head and stepped into his room to have a seat on a chair in the corner.

"I wasn't aware I was up for the claiming," Davante mused thoughtfully, taking a bite of his sandwich, knowing the smell of the meat would peak both felines' interest. "However, it would seem as if he's smitten; congratulations. Church hates everyone usually."

Before paying attention to the Simba-like style in which Tobias raised Church up, Davante surveyed the room. Clearly, they had come to an agreement before any significant casualties had been made, unlike what the man had previously thought. Tobias' words caught his attention, reigning his wander glance back to the pair. Upon seeing Church wiggling his tail happily in the air as if he was a king for all to admire, Davante's eyebrows furrowed as if he was almost confused. Not whole? What did- ... Oh. It hadn't occurred to Davante that the were-leopard had no experience with domesticated pets who were often neutered or "fixed". Church was one of those unlucky creatures who lost his affinity to be called male. Instead of replying, he took another bite of the sandwich to mull over a reply. What did you tell a were-leopard who had more feline characteristics than human ones about a lack of balls? Was that even like... a thing? Davante sighed, resigning himself to what was potentially a very odd conversation.

"Nope, he's an It. In the human world, we call that neutered," He started, chewing on his lip momentarily. It was a good enough explanation, especially as Tobias didn't seem like he was paying much attention any longer, anyway. Church decided to make the bed his temporary home as well, kneading into the pillows before deciding it was time to take up as much room as felinely-possible by rolling onto his back and stretching, his eyes half lidded in that loving manner cats so often adopt when trying to lure someone into a belly rub. The situation seemed to dull out, and Davante went to take a sip of his beer before hearing the words come out of Tobias' mouth, referencing his previous mentioning of testosterone.

When girls smell good and you can fuck them?

Davante actually spit his drink out, his jaw dropping incredulously. So the boy DID know what he had been talking about! He wasn't sure whether to laugh, groan, or curse considering whatever they began talking about next was obviously going to incure some kind of debate about the birds and the bees. What the fuck did you tell a ... cat-man about sex?

Jesus H. Christ.

"I think it takes a little more than smelling good to be able to do that," He started tentatively, realizing how ridiculous this all sounded. "But the last bit, yeah? You definitely uh-... Yeah. I hate to break it to you dude, but cats have relatively inconvenient penises complete with spires. Maybe that's why you got slapped."

There was very little else Davante could say, truly stumped for once. He couldn't remember any time when he had been less able to get a fairly coherent thought out. After his last words, he put the drink and sandwich down, clearly looking a little bemused but curious for where Tobias would take the conversation.