The lanky fellow was hardly as devious as he thought himself to be. Tetradore had noticed the disappearance of the jacket the moment he had turned around to note the article suddenly missing from the man's frame. However, considering the warmth they had found themselves in, the man felt no need to force the jacket upon him. It was easier to let Tobias believe that he had fooled him much like it was easier to pretend that Nadya's words still had no sway over him or that he was not here only on Isolt's invitation. He remained where he was, seated on the ground before the Christmas tree as his companion fretted over the large bag he'd brought with him. His attention shifted towards the fledgling vampire, a weak simper crossing his masculine features as he responded in jest, "I hope you don't come to regret that offer." Her inquiry caused him to nod ever so slightly, making the gesture to rise and follow her into the kitchen only to find their efforts stopped entirely by a rather demanding voice. For a brief moment, his emerald gaze danced over the two woman was Tobias positioned them around the room with what even he could tell was clear care.

Briefly he watched as a towel was grabbed out of the bag, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as it was passed over towards the auburn haired vampire. He watched in brief curiosity as the woman uncovered a small pair of kitten ears, a simper slowly dancing over Tetradore's features. He was impressed by the boy's effort to include the female, never mind that he knew particularly little of her desire to "join" them in some regard. Never the less, he didn't doubt that Tobias has spent significantly more time with Isolt them himself. It took him a moment before Tetradore spotted the rather risque undergarments that accompanied it. His gaze immediately drifted at the sight of the lacy underwear that she lifted with her finger tips. He became immensely interested in the base of the Christmas tree, clearly distracting himself if only for embarrassment for her. Tetradore knew all too well that she was a delicate soul just as he knew that she was likely suffering from her own bout of embarrassment of the gift Tobias had given her. And yet, despite it all, Tetradore couldn't help the fashion that his thoughts drifted to imaging her in that very same outfit.

He remained other wise distant as Nadya was offered a rather large bag of shoes, hardly even bothering to retrieve his missing shower curtain that was used as a wrapping paper. In fact, it is only his name on Tobias lips as he is handed a rather large box that Tetradore's attention again returned to the group at large, unwrapping the haphazard gift with a marked measure of slowness if only to agitate his companion. The presence of the PlayStation was hardly what he had anticipated, his gaze tracing over the cases of the games with curious interest. "Thank you, Tobias. We'll look into playing it tonight." He promised with a grin, offering the smallest of nods towards his sibling's comment. His gaze traced the games as the stuffed animals were fished from the bag and thrust into Nadya's hands. He had to admit his thankfulness of Tobias' statement that he was hungry if only because it quickly moved things on. He rose, leaving the PlayStation in the living room to trail after Nadya and into the kitchen after Isolt.

Carefully he took the large turkey on the platter she had given him towards the table, about to settle in his place when he was handed a rather large knife. "Sure." He commented simply, taking it into his hand as he pulled the turkey in front of him. Effortlessly he put the tip of the knife into the turkey, about to start carving it when the sound of his sisters voice interrupted his efforts. "I've carved plenty of p..." He stopped mid sentence, a small frown crossing his lips as he stopped himself from voicing the thought, switching to a far simpler, "Yes." He fell silent then, utilizing the knife with perhaps surprising dexterity to begin separating the meat from the carcass. "Dark or white?" He inquired briefly, his gaze not once leaving his work.