The soft series of chuckles that erupted from the Weres gathered in and around the kitchen at his declaration that Raven needed to come to the bedroom with him were met with a look of clear confusion. Tobias, in that moment, oblivious to the unusual nature of his request or that such words might be taken in any other fashion then the way he had meant it. Those near sexual undertones had been all but lost upon the man, as they so often were. Tobias, after all, was nothing if not a decidedly blunt creature. The man so often seeming to struggle to comprehend even the most basic forms of sarcasm, let alone those deepered, more complex social constructs of double meanings, puns, or innuendo that those around him seemed to grasp so effortlessly. His mind, simply, could not make sense of such things. Tobias more often than not simply striving to understand the basics of any conversation without those added nuances. That laughter, therefore, was met with bafflement- followed readily by annoyance. Tobias so rarely seemed to take well to any being laughing at him. Especially when he so hardly understood why. That single, irritated look however seemed to be enough to hush those workers into silence. Tobias' volatile nature was near as well known as his bizarre eccentrics. Terribly few of those staff members at all willing to displease the Nightshade Beta lest he take some personal offense agianst them. His dark gaze, at last, turned back t his own wife. Much of that irritation faded from his features at the sight of Raven alone and yet her whispered words so hardly seemed to appease him.

"Wh...Why?"

'Why' had become a word he seemed more curious to ask of late. Where once the deviant so hardly cared for the 'why' of any situation, Tobias had, those past few works, become near fascinated with asking 'why' even if he so rarely listened to the answer. His gaze remained upon his wife all the same. The deviant clearly expectant of some kind of response as she rose from her chair. Jackal was quick to wave Raven's efforts at cleaning away as Tobias reached for that offered hand. His fingers were quick to enclose her own, the deviant eager to lead the way back through the Ark and up those stairs into the bedroom they shared. Raven's efforts to question just what he had finished so seeming to prompt a response from within him as he pressed agianst the bedroom door- Raven at last given access to her own bedroom once more.

"It is.....Birdie's...christmas...present. Yes."

His head nodded firmly as if to assure himself of his own correction in this. Tobias proceeding to gesture proudly toward the bed and the sheer monsotrosity that lay wrapped upon it. That gift a bundled collection of paper, sheets, clothing, newspaper and anything else the boy could find held together with ribbon, tape, wire and string. The deviant distinctly proud of himself all the same as a bright grin so seemed to find his features. That very look was flashed towards his wife before his smile rapidly faded as it so often did. Tobias, more often than not, oblivious to the notion of holding that grin for at least several seconds before he allowed it to fall.

"Birdie can....open it.....now."

Once gifts had been given they were surely meant to be opened after all. Tobias was near assured of this process. He reached eagerly toward that bundle then before pressing it firmly into his mates arms. The unfortunate Raven forced to grasp onto that overly large bundle as Tobias proceeded to insist she open it. How on earth his mate so intended to get through those layers of wrappings and dressings surely remained to be seen. That task alone likely to be a distinct struggle before the layers so slowly began to fall away with Raven's diligent unwrapping to reveal that impossibly soft blue cashmere scarf with matching gloves and knit hat. Such a gift was near perfect for that winter season and surprisingly.....thoughtful for a being so often prone to give obscure gifts to those around him. That matching outfit, oddly, perhaps one of the more unique gifts the deviant had gifted. His dark gaze watching with clear curiosity as Raven finished unwrapping that gift- only for a single, final piece to fall out and not her lap. Tobias, this time, so proudly gesturing to what was clearly....the lid of a saucepan.

"When....I....build things with.....pots and....pans....now Birdie can.....play too."

His effort to include his mate within his games was surely clear. Tobias, several times, having been near chased from the kitchen if only for his obsession with stealing cookware and turning those pots and pans and baking trays into towers and cities and towns. Raven, it seemed, having so been invited to play.

"Birdie...likes it?'