He does not like guessing games, her words causing the frown upon his features to deepen only further at this mention of guessing what the kittens might desire- so many years attempting to understand those around him having fostered within the boy a distinct dislike of forcible guessing, his patience for such games entirely limited as Nadya is offered little more than a snort by way of response. It is fortunate perhaps that he is so readily distracted by the child within his arms, the young man attempting to cling to the boy as he wiggled about in a manner Tobias finds wholly displeasing, a short, sharp growl rumbling within his throat in an effort to command the child into stillness, the infants refusal to obey resulting in a glare of sorts. He does not understand the limited capacity of his own children, cannot perceive their own lack of perception, at least, he has not yet learned to recognise such a thing within them. He understands only his possession of them- that they are pack and yet why they do not seem to understand they are beneath him he cannot fathom. Instinct however prevents further action against them, mind recoiling sharply from any desire to...harm the boy in his arms, his desire to protect the creature near overwhelming despite his inability to truly understand such a thing.

It is the mention of the sex game once more that so seems to draw the mans attention away from the boy in his arms, the manner in which the woman cringed hardly missed and yet truly this body spasm earns little more then a tilted head from the shaggy haired deviant, dark eyes resting briefly upon her before her question seems to prompt a response from the often disagreeable boy. His words are slow, stuttered, mind struggling to work out his answer for himself as he offers it, fathomless dark eyes searching Nadya's own for some assurance he is correct. He may argue with her, may refuse to submit as she refuses him, constantly assured he is superior to her in every way, yet some part of him, a distinctly child-like part, desperately seeks her approval like a child to a parent. He has spent so many years of his life alone, so much of his mind so very underdeveloped in any sort of manner deemed civil and yet he desires, desperately so, to be like those around him.....to fit as he is sure he should, her approval an...important thing as a grin alights his features at her nod before his own expression seems to become...curious. It is rare indeed for the boy to ask certain questions, his mind rarely given to seek an explanation for the world, content to except much of it as it is and yet the matter of this sex game, of birth and pregnancy is...curious to him.

"How did....they get inside you?"

That he is, to a certain extent, swimming into deeper waters remains to be seen, eyes resting on Nadya once more as one hand strokes his son in the manner one might stoke a pet, oblivious as to why this may be an unacceptable way to treat a child. The mention of Father seems to renew his interest once more, the word not unfamiliar to him. He knows of Mother and Father, believes his own to be the same as Nadya and Tetradore's, eyes flicking briefly from one child to the next in some effort to understand.

"Father."

He simply repeats the word, as if to taste it, before nodding- lashings of dark hair tumbling readily into his gaze now- entirely oblivious to the eternal struggle within the girl at her offering him such a title, one is sure not to forget any time soon- this word holding meaning, even to him.

"Father....for Micah and....Isabella. Yes."

He nods again, seeming content in this understanding of his ownership, such a thing facilitated even more so- the appearance of a breast ruining all such moments of peace, Micah nearly dropped from his arms in panic as he moves to point towards the offending appendage, one he has seen numerous times and yet the trouble it had brought him only further seems to fuel his volatile reaction. Her shriek not to drop him sees the boy struggle to grasp his son once more, managing at last to seat himself upon the bed, placing Micah upon his lap in the same manner once places a toy poodle before continuing to glare towards Nadya. He has never witnessed such a thing before, mind recoiling from this...discovery, intrigued and yet wary all at once of Isabella feeding in such a manner as the ever-patient Nadya attempted to explain, his own eyes peering beneath his shirt momentarily in search of similar appendages. His knowledge of anatomy, it would seem, is an entirely lacking thing. Her mention of females alone having such appendages sees his features contort once more, head shaking now.

"Birdie...does not have...any. I...have not seen them. I will....tell her to...show me."

That this is an entirely different level of inappropriate remains to be seen, the shaggy haired man content to watch Isabella all the same, continuing to pet his son- the boy settled within his lap as Nadya continues to assure him that this is how kittens eat. That breasts contain food is another matter entirely, eyes drawn wide as the boy simply blinks now, head tilted slightly though he remains silent for now upon such a topic.

"I do...not like books."

His head nods in assurance once more before he speaks suddenly again, his final question bizarre, perhaps and yet displaying a certain amount of...perception so rarely seen within the male.

"What do...I feed them?"

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