How he has never come to know of this Sandy Claws remains to be seen, the boys attention lifted from his inhalation of his turkey, bones and tendons crunching between his teeth with shocking ease- to look toward Isolt now, gaze briefly lingering upon the glass of red wine she had position before her, head tilting slightly in an attempt to understand why she had neglected food, oblivious to the notion that vampires do not often partake of food, before the manner of gifts seems to absorb his attention once. For a moment the shaggy haired vagabond listens in silence to the vampire woman's explanation before those fathomless dark eyes narrow in wary cunning. The notion of 'good' is one given to be highly interchangeable for the boy, his moral compass a skewed and fickle thing and as such this apparent requirement of good behaviour seems to displease him on some level, his mind never truly having grasped what was and was not acceptable behaviour despite Birdie's many hours of lessons upon emotions and her attempts to make him label such feelings along with Nadya's constant attempts at corrections and Tetradores often far more subtle methods of teaching- generally allowing himself to injure himself and learn in that fashion before offering his often uttered 'I told you so' that only further rectifies within the boys mind that his Alpha is, in some way, magical. It is this lack of any true ability to perceive right and wrong within his own existence that sees him turn to Isolt once more.

"Have...I been good?"

Nadya's addition of coal for those who have been 'bad' see his attention return to his pack mate and sister now, features scowling once more as his mind attempts to place this new found information.

"I...like coal."

He does. It is by far one of his favoured drawing tools, the man often stealing away pieces of the blackened rock to 'decorate' the walls within the Ark he finds to bland or dull....or un-graffitied for his liking, no member of staff truly willing to attempt to dissuade him for fear of the power he possesses. How this coal is designed to be any form of punishment remains to be seen, attention returning in due time to his plate and it's lack of meat, the green beans upon it pushed to the side with clear disdain, dark eyes flicking about the plates of his companions before settling upon the mans beside him, Tetradore's serving of meat seeming far more enticing then the beans and potatoes left upon his own, the grin that overtakes his features far to...charming for the often irritable boy. Tetradore's suggestion that he take Nadya's meat sees his gaze divert to his companions plat and the white meat piled upon it, the scent enticing and yet not nearly so much as the richer aroma given to permeate the fatty dark meat Tetreadore has conserved for himself, a frown crossing the boys features now before his Alpha's arm is deliberately placed between himself and the meal.

For a moment the boy merely holds his place, assessing the tone of the other mans words with due care, listening perhaps, for how serious the man may be in his desire to keep the meat from him, voice holding no true command behind it that may otherwise force his obedience, nor has the word 'no' been used, the cunning Leopard already having begun to formulate another plan entirely- obedient only in those moments in which he is assured his companion is serious the lack of command within Tetradore's voice a veritable loophole the deviant is willing to expose, paused only by the conversation of names, head lifting now as Tetra speaks before turning his attention to Nadya.

"I...want to call them.....Kitten and Turbo."

That Nadya is likely unwilling to agree to these names remain to be seen, his attention upon this conversation lasting only as long as his Leaders, the boy having no true desire to participate in any conversation regarding kittens at all, instead wholly focused upon the task before him now, left hand sliding steadily closer to the other mans plate and yet...it is hardly the left hand that is to be worried about, this hand little more then a distraction as the right slides underneath the table, long claws extended now, sneaking up from the tables edge to grasp a turkey leg that exists near the edge of the plate, attempting to steadily slide it away unseen.

"Tetra!"

The word is suddenly shouted, aiming to grasp the mans attention, waiting for those green eyes to meet the dark of his own before the man firmly seizes upon his companions powers of.....persuasion, slowly beginning to coil those tendrils of hypnosis around his Leader.

"You want....to give me your...turkey....you do....cause you...like me best."

All is fair in love and war Tetty.

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