Davante's return to his somewhat disturbed room sees those chocolate-hued eyes lift upward and away from the blackened bundle of fur Tobias has assumed possession of, leaving Church to sprawl himself across the pillows and bedding in a manner the more dominant leopard is willing to allow. It has been something of a silent takeover, the spotted cat-boy having assumed a significant portion of what had previously been Church's territory alone, the neutered male forced, by lack of anatomy, to yield a portion of his kingdom to the more powerful, reproductively capable male and yet- such is the manner of nature, the felines readily content within their newly assorted roles as cats so often are after violent arguments. The older man's mention of his own ability to be claimed however, readily sees the shaggy-haired young man's attention return to him, unable to perceive the intended sarcasm of the sentence with which he has been presented, merely shaking his head in response before he proceeds to wander about the room with evident curiosity.

"All....things are for...owning. We....keep the...things we....like the most....best. So....we...will share...you."

It is a privilege, truly, to be one of the things both cats having seemingly deemed they like 'the most best', Tobias clearly content in this explanation, the ready scent of meat seeming to distract him from any further attempts to explain his own animalistic intentions, a notion with which he truly, rarely bothers and yet his newfound fondness for the other man has perhaps resulted in a willingness to at least attempt a more amicable and tolerable temperament as opposed to his usual volatility. His interest in Davante's sandwich however has proven to be equally short lived upon his more thorough examination of Church. He understands little in regards to anatomy, oblivious truly to the meaning behind so many things and yet perhaps this is merely animalistic design- he does not question, rarely asks how or why and yet he is aware indeed that the small cat is missing parts of himself that have, on all other occasions, been visible to the boy. He is, after all, part of a pack, entirely used to the anatomy of other male cats and indeed the missing pieces of Church are readily identifiable, ever curious mind looking once more to Davante for an answer in regards to this before he continues to sort through the man's possessions.

"Neutered."

He simply repeats the word, frowning slightly, as if further considering it before seeming to (thankfully) lose interest in the topic entirely, Church once more permitted to return to his pillows as Tobias continues to further amuse himself with near every item within Davante's bedroom, long fingers turning each and every object over, seeming to touch and feel the surface and sides of each item. It is simply the manner by which he learns, taste and touch significant senses the a creature whose mind is perhaps not as those around him, incapable of learning through recognition alone, forced to touch, taste and try all around him in an effort to truly perceive use or meaning, biting down momentarily upon the watch he has found, readily disapproving of the hard surface before Davante's sudden choking in response to his final statement sees the boy turn. He is oblivious, truly, as to the nature of his sentence, simply repeating that which he knows, having seemingly pieced together these bare snippets of information, incorrect or inaccurate as they are to achieve the resulting statement that so seems to have unsettled his new found companion. The mans efforts to further the animals understanding beyond this most basic conclusion he has formulated result in little more than a blank stare, head tilting slightly to one side in clear curiosity of the words he is offered, mind taking several moments to piece together Davante's words in an effort to understand them.

"Takes.....little more."

It is simply a repeat of his words once more, as if mimicking them provides a greater ability to perceive, frowning slightly, assured, entirely, that Davante's is incorrect. Scent, after all, indicates so many things, the boys single and only sexual partner providing the only true experience his mind can facilitate, having learned indeed that Nadya was given to smell....divine whenever it was such activities were given to occur, the young man unable to perceive that this- to some extent, was a use of the her own powers upon him, manipulating the pheromones of the air to force such a reaction from him in a desire to have her own needs met. As such he has simply learned to respond to it, to believe such a thing is required, that surely all women smell this way before certain things.

"No...no.....needs to...smell right."

He nods once more, assured of himself in this regard, Davante having failed to provide any evidence against such a thing, nor inform him of what more he could need and as such the boy has seemingly decided to reject his proposal in this regard- the mans second sentence however, seeing the dark eyed vagabond frown readily at this mention of...spires. For a moment or so he is simply left staring towards the warlock, attempting to perceive the implications of this sentence before moving to rather abruptly seize the waistband of his jeans and boxers beneath , stretching the forward against his lithe frame to offer himself a view of his own....equipment, peering determinedly downward. Penis- it would seem, is a part of his anatomy he is given to understand and readily locate, content to observe this ever important appendage for a moment- determined to check the validity of the statement he has been presented with right here in the bedroom of another man. Whatever he is seemingly given to find within his pants results in little more then a snort, releasing his hold upon the rim of his jeans.

"Slapped me....because....they....don't like it?"

Eyes lift at last to Davante once more, as if seeking to assure himself he has understood, that the reason behind Nadya and Birdie's subsequent unwillingness to entertain him is indeed the peculiars of his anatomy, a sudden and indignant snort released from his lips- arms folding petulantly across his chest.

"Is still...better than yours."

That Davante is surely to blame for this sudden irritation sees the other man readily become the target of his new sense of frustration, resulting in this momentary barb towards him and an unwillingness to accept Dav may well have been right in regards to his anatomy. A single stride easily brings him within reach of Davante once more, hand reaching out to hurriedly snatch his sandwich away before the lanky fellow returns to the bed, eagerly seating himself upon it, long legs folding beneath him as he proceeds to pull the filling from between the bread, desiring only the meat, tossing the pieces of bread onto the floor beneath him with haphazard ease before it would seem his mind has seized upon another inconsistency as he very near inhales the bacon and turkey.

"Naddy...says...cannot play the sex game...anymore....because....not mates. Biride...says....only....for mates too. I think...maybe they....lie to me. Is it....only for mates? Where is...Dav's mate?"

That the women within his life are clearly unwilling to offer him any such enjoyment without a commitment is surely clear, dark eyes returning now to his companion, seeking perhaps to assure himself he has not been lied to, assured another male will know whether or not such things can be done with females not his mate before asking after Davante's own mate, assured the man must have one somewhere despite the lack of feminine scent within the apartment.

"Are you going...to make me....dinner soon?"

Sex and food, after all, are by far the most important things within any male existence.

"Tetra....is mad...at me...bastard will...not make me dinner...so...you can."

He grins, a truly beautifully, devastatingly lovely grin- as if Davante too should be thrilled at this privilege off cooking for the Leopard.

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