"Shark? Tetra is...Panther. Sharks live....in showers....that is why I....do not like...showers."

That Davante, clearly, does not know about the Shower Sharks is evidently a surprise to the creature, eyeing the other man warily now before proceeding to storm towards the kitchen, mind turning over each and everything the other man has been given to offer him by way of information so far, this knowledge of women and cake turning about within that cunning, yet fractured mind, unable to differentiate between the mans figurative attempts to describe that nature of women with Tobias' evident belief that all women are in possession of a physical cake that they have so far managed to conceal from him. For a moment or so longer the lanky young man continues to linger in Davante's presence, clearly expecting some further explanation from this man whom he has come to understand is...knowledgeable in regards to women, these few hours in his company having provided the boy with more information in regards to females then several months with Tetradore and his continued lessons on women that had achieved nothing short of Tobias being slapped or having drinks thrown at him. The other man's mention of women's feelings however see a ready scowl cross his youthful features once more, head shaking suddenly.

"Women......feel too much."

That he is not entirely unobservant is surely clear in this moment before he moves to stalk into the kitchen, evidently no longer caring to discuss women or cake, his attention span a disastrously short thing, often limited to merely a fleeting moment here or there, a thing the warlock has surely discovered by this point and yet one he is sure to spend many months, if not years, further discovering, Tobias destined to take up a near permeant position upon Davante's countertop if only for the adoration of fans and willing hands to stroke him this will surely bring. For now however, his focus remains entirely upon his determination to 'hunt' further food for himself, long fingers plucking and pulling at various objects about the kitchen before settling upon the microwave- only to be violently assaulted by it, the beeping of the machine on conjunction with the suddenly flinging door seeing the creature rapidly duck to avoid it before his sound proclamation that it is, in fact, a girl.

Dark eyes merely move to follow his warlock companion now, watching as the man successful seems to encourage the machine into life, confusion marking his features now, head tilting slightly to one side at the words the man offers in turn before frowning yet again.

"Girls are...beneath me....I am Second...I am supposed to...boss them and I do...not know where...Birdie's...buttons are!"

He merely moves to gesture loosely towards the keypad of the microwave, attempts at explanation involving anything other then a woman, clearly, have resulted in some sense of confusion, the boy now of the belief that women hide cake and possess buttons to be pushed in the literal sense, those fathomless dark pools continuing to rest on Davante once more before the microwave beeps yet again, signalling it has finished it's rotation, the boy moving now to open the door, pulling out what he had previously placed within it- an entire packet of chocolate chip cookies now slightly melted and yet the creature remains seemingly unalarmed by such a thing, pulling apart the paper and rather melted cookies with sticky fingers before biting into them, paper and all, contentedly chewing his sugary prize. That the microwave is not entirely useful for all forms of food remains to be seen, the boy clearly pleased with his efforts all the same, taking another bite before offering the...treat to Davante in turn, clearly willing to share his efforts before seeking some form of praise for having completed the task set before him. His attention as always however, is short lived, the boy proceeding to rather abruptly tuck his melted cookie packet into the back pocket of his jeans, pointing rather suddenly towards the door.

"I need to....go now....but I will come back to...Dav's....shop and we will...play...yes?"

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