The idea of more toys is a seemingly pleasing idea to the boy, head nodded with evident enthusiasm despite his inability to truly have any idea as to how more toys may well be purchased or given, lashings of wild ebony hair tumbling readily into his gaze with the action as he moves only closer to the crib and the children in question- fingers extended readily towards Micah in an evident desire to touch. It is merely a method through which he learns, in much the same manner as a child itself, mind struggling to perceive the very existence of the child let alone displaying in capability for understand exactly what the child was, fingers ever so smoothly stroking against the soft, baby skin of the boys arm before the sudden movement of the limb sees the deviant pounce backward with all the agility of his animal form. Nadya's sudden hold tightening upon the child, a motherly instinct to protect and no more, seeming to see Tobias tense in much the same manner, responding entirely to the language of her body in turn- his own instinct reacting to the underlying protectiveness that seemed to radiate from the woman before him until his hand reached a second time. The skin is gentle and soft beneath his fingers, head tilting slightly at this discovery, mind readily attempting to process such a thing as the child squeals again, his own features frowning as Nadya assures him this is a method of talking, dark eyes dropping to her own in some manner of disbelief as Micah only babbles again.

"What....did he say?"

That Tobias is evidently of the belief that this is merely a language as opposed to a lack of ability to form coherent words is evidently clear, deep, dark eyes resting upon Nadya once more in expectation, believing that she, surely, must understand this kitten language he does not- but his arms extend once more- demanding now to hold the child. He is a creature of mimicry, of habit and instinct alone, this combination of reactions assuring he is no danger to the boy, not truly, his paternal side driven entirely by the Leopard within is given to perceive far more then his human side is capable of, animalistic instinct assuring he is protective of the children he knows are his own. Instinct demands nothing less, even if his mind cannot always understand the reason why he feels as such. It is merely within his nature not to question such things, Tobias entirely content to do as instinct dictates without second thought, both human and animal side seemingly determined to hold his son. The sudden flow of instructions from his companion sees the vagabonds eyes narrow decidedly, as if he is given to consider protesting her demands, to argue with her simply because he can, because they always have- both creatures equally dominant, each refusing to bow to the other and yet in some manner perhaps he has become used to brawling with Nadya, has come to enjoy their spats and playful tussles- even if he is given to think better of it in this moment as the baby is placed within his arms.

His hold upon his son is....unique the young man entirely unsure as to where to place his hands, struggling for a moment to wrangle the child's legs, his positon awkward, attempting to mimic Nadya now before at last seeming to manage such a feat- evidently pleased with himself in this moment for managing to copy the girl so entirely as Micah at last seems to settle within his arms- Tobias given to very near flinch at every movement from the child as if expecting an attack at any moment. Dark eyes lift away from the baby only as Nadya speaks, gaze resting upon her own as he seems to consider the question. He remembers the forest, he remembers their birth, assured Nadya had been dying that night, so many of his memories little more then flickers and images in time and yet present all the same within some dark, confined place within his mind.

"I remember."

It is her final question that so seems to silence him, a look of frustration passing his youthful features, irritated perhaps at his own inability to answer it before his head shakes at least, the answer he offers...uncertain.

"They are....mine.....because....we played the...sex game?"

Well- he is almost right, the question within his words surely clear as he looks upon her, eyes narrowing suddenly as she moves to lift her shirt and bra, drawing their daughter to his chest as his gaze only widens.

"Nadya!"

The shock within his voice is surely clear, his sudden shout seeming to unsettle Micah once more, the Leopard moving to start forward before abruptly halting, seeming to remember the boy within his arms at last and her command that he could not move to quickly, proceeding to very near tip-toe towards the girl now, one arm moving to point towards the clear object of his displeasure, forgetting, again, that he held a baby within his arms- the unfortunate kitten very near dropped upon the floor before Tobias managed to reaffirm his hold once more.

"That is...not for....kittens to see."

Breasts, he are sure, are not for children- eyes flicking from Isabella, to Nadya and back again in clear disapproval, oblivious entirely as to the method of feeding that occurs before him. Had she been within her animal form such a thing may well have been more readily accepted by the young man, within her human form however he is entirely unwilling to tolerate it, Nadya herself having told him over and over again as to why he needed clothes and why he could not remove his pants whenever he felt like it, is assured such rules apply to her as well before his gaze moves to flicker briefly to his own chest. What he expects to see perhaps cannot be said, content to eye himself for several moments, as if to assure himself he is not in possession of any such things before he moves to abruptly seat himself, limbs crossing over each other, Micah placed upon his lap now as fingers move to pull at his own shirt, peering down at his own chest now.

"I....do not have any."

Whether or not this seems to displease him cannot be said, head tilted once more as dark eyes continue to linger upon Isabella, as if attempting to discovery entirely what the child is doing, his free hand resting upon the baby within his lap, finger moving to brush over Micah's head again and again- in the same manner one stokes a pet, Tobias seemingly oblivious to this action as he points once more to Isabella.

"What...is she....doing?"

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