That curiosity of sorts that Raven seemed to find within that nickname he had always had for her so seemed to baffle the deviant in turn. Raven had, never before, truly asked why he called her such a thing. Tobias, by notion of his own mind, so merely believing the woman effortlessly understood the meaning behind that name. The boy long ago having taken amusement in the notion of her true name- Raven and the animal which it represented. His mind so making that connection and finding humour in that very irony was distinctly....unique in every sense. Tobias so rarely displaying but any skill for such higher order thinking as irony or pun and yet, with Ravens name alone. The young man seemed to have managed just that. To explain such a thing however was a distinctly more difficult question. Tobias making every attempt to do just that as he pointed toward the pictured stork in that photo album she had gifted him with. As if pointing to a mere picture of a bird might somehow assist the poor woman in better understanding that lopsided humour. Raven's insistence that she still did not understand however readily seemed to coax a frown to the man's lips. Tobias, for several moments, merely glanced between his mate and that picture as his mind struggled to comprehend not only her own lack of understanding but too- how best to make her understand that joke.

How quickly that frustration seemed to claw at his mind. The young man far more frustrated at himself then any other. His mind's inability to neatly pick apart those words and phrases so succeeding in irritating him all the more. His lips parted several times before closing. His dark eyes seeming to glower all the more before, at last, Tobias so moved to point to that stork again. Those fractured words at last escaping his lips.

"Bird. Raven. Birdie. Bird. Raven. Birdie. Raven is.....a....bird."
His repetition of those singular words was so designed to display there sameness. An effort to prove to his mate that those words meant the same thing. They were all birds- r merely other ways of saying it. Her nickname derived from the very fact that a raven....was a bird. For several long moments Tobias so merely stared once more in some effort to assure himself his mate had understood before he queried that stork once more- and the bag it carried. Birds, he was mostly sure, did not carry bags. Raven's insistence that the bag carried babies seemed to prompt that lift of the deviants' eyes once more. His mind readily considered that prospect as he eyed that picture. That a bird might carry a baby, it seemed, was a perfectly logical idea to his own mind. Indeed, it was one he found fascinating as his gaze widened ever so slightly. Would some sort of....bird bring them a baby? Those questions turned readily within his own mind then. Tobias was near certain he had known, until now, just how those children were created and born. He had witnessed it, after all, and yet that a bird might be involved somewhere seemed to settle within his mind.

Raven gently moved to take that book from him then as she pointed to those tiny paw print decorations before suggesting those other pages could be filled with pictures of their children, when they had them. That idea of....future planning so managed to coax a near curious look to the Leopard's features once more. Tobias, after all, so often struggled to perceive the future in any real fashion. His ability to contemplate what did not yet exist so often appeared strikingly limited and yet....the faintest of smiles seemed to find his lips in that lingering darkness of the room. Ravens lips pressed agianst his cheek in a sudden, gentle kiss.

"I would like....to fill in...the pages...with...you."

That idea appealed to him, even if he struggled to comprehend the future. Tobias' hand extended forward then, his fingers brushing over the empty pages in a contemplation of sorts before he withdrew his hand back and to himself. His dark gaze turned to Raven then with a mischievous look once more.

"Can we....do the sex...now?"

Now, he was sure, was a good time.