Tetradore was more then willing to oblige the pair on their requests of which pieces of the turkey they preferred. He provided his sibling with a healthy dose of the white meat, slipping it off the bone with relative ease before retrieving what he considered to be some of the best bits of the turkey for Tobias' consumption. It was only when his family was entirely served that the man saw fit to serve himself the the other portion of the dark meat of the turkey. He had always liked the fattier bit better then the dull, bland white meat which thus left quite a bit for his sibling to consume. He settled comfortably back at Tobias side, his fork sliding between the meat on the leg to pry it off the bone with surprising dexterity, pausing only when his companion picked up the bone to bite through it entirely. Tetradore could hardly help wincing at the sound, pausing in his efforts only to stare blatantly at his companion. It was common knowledge that while the meat of the animal was good enough, no one should eat the bones. How Tobias had lasted this long without this tidbit certainly baffled the boy just as much as it had that he hadn't even noticed his companion's eating habits until now.

His attention shifted only slightly at the red head's voice though his gaze quickly darted back towards the lanky deviant at his side at the sheer mention of his sister's unborn children. They were still quite the sore spot for Tetradore, the very manifestation of a betrayal that he found himself having difficulty forgiving. They were another reminder of the words that his sister had spoken, ones that were still deeply engrained within the back of his head - the notion that he would kill her children for their mere existence. The realization that she thought him capable of that atrocity had stuck with him far more then he had been willing to admit to anyone and even now it weighed upon his brain. His attention remained steadfast upon his companion, even if he acutely listened to the words exchanged by his romantic interest and his sister. Up till now, he had as little to do with the children as possible, hardly even nothing to discover their gender, much less that there was two of them. His features, however, were entirely blank of surprise. Instead half listening to Tobias' efforts to sweet talk him for...something.

The notion of their names, however, had been enough to prompt him to speak on the matter. "Maybe you should name them after mother and father, for middle names." He offered in an lackadaisical fashion, his attention immediately reverting back towards Tobias as if he had never partaken into the conversation at all. Instead, there was a feline hiss from the back of his throat at the sheer notion of trading his meat for Tobias' "plants". "Why don;t you take Nadya's meat." He grumbled, quite possessively placing his arm between his own plate and Tobias. At the very least, his effort to keep his food for himself would be enough to keep him and the boy distracted. He had quite purposefully left the 'no' from his voice, as if inviting further discussion on the topic of his meat entirely for this reason, content, for at least the moment, to leave the women discussing topics he wanted nothing to do with.