The delight in seeing his companions open the gifts he had selected for them seems to soothe the often irritable cat, at least for now, the semi-shifted boy allowing that thickened plume of a tail to flicker in delight at the chorus of thanks he is afforded, oblivious, it would seem, to the hesitation and insecurity that exist behind Isolt and Nadya's own- merely assured he has chosen exceptionally well. Even if Tetradore had proceed to unwrap his gift in an almost painfully slow fashion, earning a glare from the deviant until the promise of playing with the Playstation later in the evening seems to return a grin to the young mans features, followed by a rather enthusiastic nod of delight at the prospect of spending further time with his companion amongst a series of overly violent games that involve little else aside from the illusion of rule breaking on all levels- highly inappropriate perhaps, for someone of his.....mentality. The allure of food however readily sees the young mans' attention shift, the boy hurrying now to the table, having learned after several practice sessions with Tetradore that the table is where food should be eaten, seating himself between his brother and sister now, dark eyes briefly travelling to his companion in search of some sort of approval of his actions before those fathomless eyes fall readily upon the turkey.

It is rare to see such a large portion of meat presented before him, the boys evident eagerness to consume it clear in the manner those pointed canines seem to appear almost vampire-like from his lips, the creature distracted only by Nadya's question as the girl holds up the fork from the plate beside her, his attention returned briefly to his own silverware, eyeing it warily a moment before his head simply shakes.

"I am not....allowed to...have it because....Tetra says I...cannot control...myself. I...stab people and I...think it is funny and....I cannot have the....fork and knife...until I....will not...injure people."

This explanation seems sufficient enough for Nadya to reach over and remove the silverware from his plate, placing it beside her own before she proceeds to mention this Santa Clause, his own deviant mind seeming to contort this idea into something entirely more cat-themed, features frowning now as he seems to eye Nadya once more with clear suspicion.

"Who is this...Sandy Claws Cat?"

Dark eyes flicker from Nadya to Isolt and back, assured that the knowledge of the cat with sandy claws may well be a topic women are given to know more about, his curiosity over a cat laden with presents seeming to capture his attention- if only momentarily, before the scent of carved turkey seems to ensnare his attention entirely, attention returned hurriedly to Tetradore now as Nadya proceeded to fill his plate before returning it to him, hands reaching eagerly for it, only to push it now in Tetradore's direction, 'ladies first' evidently not a phrase he is familiar with.

"All the best bits."

This sentence he seems to manage entirely without pause or stutter, evidently assured that the best bits of the turkey should be reserved for himself and clearly entirely of the belief that Tetradore will fulfil such a request, scowling ever so slightly and the portion of dark meat offered to him that he deems far to small, a huff of irritation released as his Alpha proceeds to serve the rest of the table before coming to sit beside him- the boys attention returned now to his own plate. He has never truly had a meal such as this, his chosen Leaders own cooking skills not quite so advanced as those of the vampire women and as such the numerous articles of food upon his plate seem a source of fascination to the boy, fingers immediately reaching for the gravy Nadya has poured upon his plate, those clawed tips running through it before proceeding to lick them clean- oblivious to any sort of table decorum. After all, Tetradore had taught him to sit at the table- all other lessons so far incomplete. One hand moves now to reach for the turkey leg he has been given, the meat hurriedly bitten into, bone and sinew cracked unceremoniously beneat his canines- swallowed in large, half chewed chunks in the same fashion as any animal, the leg lasting barely more than a few minutes. His eating however is paused suddenly at the sight of the green beans poking out from amidst the rest of his food, a look of immense displeasure suddenly marking his youthful features.....a look quickly replaced with a smile far too beautiful for the boy as he turns suddenly to Tetradore once more.

"Tetra. You...know how I....like you best....of all the things I like.....even more then....cookies and cars?"

He pauses momentarily to assure Tetradore understands the extent of his love in this regard, waiting until he has his companions attention entirely.

"I would....like to....give to you...all of my...plants but maybe....I will...trade you....for that meat because.....you will like the...plants better. Do you...want to trade?"

His eyes it would seem, have become firmly set upon Tetradores own leg of turkey, assured that trading the man his green beans is surely worth another piece of meat, Tobias having already consumed his own- assured he is capable of playing upon the man's emotions in this regard- the boy nothing short of devious when he tries.

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