Nadya's attempt to explain much of the situation about just how the kittens had come into existence results in little more then a blank stare from the deviant boy, dark eyes watching her with a near bemused expression beneath those tangled locks of black hair that are well in need of a wash after having managed to escape Tetradore's attempts earlier in the week. The explanation the woman offers however, manages only to see the young man's head tilt ever so slightly, arms still firmly around the child in his lap, one hand stroking it still, the way one stroked a beloved pet. His understanding of his children beyond an instinctive need to protect what belongs to him, it would seem- is of a rather basic knowledge. The how and why of them seems to escape him still as those wide dark eyes flick from his son to Nadya and back again in some basal, desperate attempt to understand the explanation she offers. For a moment his features simply seem to form a soft frown, one hand lifting to run fingers though his hair in some effort of contemplation before he simply nods.

"Ok."

Whether he truly understands or not remains to be seen, the boy evidently having desired to simply accept this knowledge, to store it somewhere within his mind before his often limited attention moves to seize upon a new topic entirely. The manner of breasts, clearly, something else to be discussed the boy assured Raven has no such things even despite Nadya's assurance that she did. Those fathomless dark eyes narrow only once more as Naddy proceeds to describe Raven as uptight, this word hardly within his vocabulary as those handsome features seem to further consider yet more information he is surely being bludgeoned with. He does not understand entirely the point Nadya is trying to make, nor why Birdie would hardly allow him to see such things- the manner of clothing itself, let alone private holds truly little grounding with the boy. Why Raven would not allow him to see them he cannot fathom.

"But....I have....seen yours. Why not....see Raven's?"

That all women would be willing to show him such things is clearly the conclusion the young man has come too, his mind truly, having no real interest in such things if only to soothe his curiosity and Nadya's assurance that all women have such things- the boy convinced they surely don't. Books, however, is one such thing on which his mind refuses to be swayed. He loathes books, detests them if only because he cannot master them, mind revolting against what it cannot understand as he offers a snort in response to Nadya's mention of them. Tetradore's name however, sees the boys head jerk upward like a sudden command, dark eyes fixating with rapt attention upon the woman as if the mere mention of his most favoured person alone is an assurance of his compliance in this.

"Tetra....wats me to.....listen to...books?"

Those dark eyes narrow slightly, wary perhaps, of the words the woman offers, Tetradore himself never having asked such a thing off him beyond pausing every now and then to pass him an old issue of Top Gear magazine to read through once he himself had finished with him, allowing the gangly deviant to peruse the magazine happily- Tobias readily taken with the pictures, memorizing the name of each and every vehicle within it, displaying both memory and identification skills he would otherwise claim not to possess. It takes only a moment for Nadya to retrieve Micah from him, leaving Isabella to sleep before the young woman strolls from the room in search of this 'bottle' she claims to have. A moment however- is a significantly longer period of time then Tobias should surely ever be left for, the firm look she offers blatantly ignored the moment the woman has left the room as the young man easily pulls himself to his feet- dark eyes slicing back towards his daughter within the crib.

"Shhh...no telling."

That she is surely not capable of such a thing regardless remains to be seen, the boy finishing about within the pocket of his jeans to pull free a rather pleasant bright red lipstick- the man having found fascination with such items of makeup since having first discovered them. The pristine walls of the nursery are his unfortunate targets today, easily placing the lipstick against the nearest wall before proceeding to colour quite enthusiastically for several moments, stepping back to examine his handiwork with a boyish grin before abruptly seating himself upon the floor once more as Nadya returns to sit beside him. Handing him the bottle and the child, dark eyes flicking from one to the next as he attempts to cradle Micah, offering the bottle as suggested to his son, eyes widening suddenly as the baby begins to do just as Nadya said.

"Oh! Look!"

This, in some fashion, is clearly of delight to the boy, lips pulling back into a grin in perhaps the most tender of moments between father and son so far, Tobias content to let him nurse a little longer still before gesturing to the wall Nadya has so far failed to notice.

"I...made a picture. That is you....and that is me.....and that is...Birdie and.....Tetra and...kittens."

What it is, is several circles with sticks poking out in all directions (his attempt at arms and legs) a series of dots and streaks the eyes and faces taking up rather a large portion of the once clean wall as his attention returns to Micah once more.

"It is....our....family."

That he has, perhaps, displayed some understanding of the word 'family' is surely significant in itself, leaving Nadya to admire his 'artwork' as he briefly removes the bottle from Micah, taking a sip for himself if only to taste it before hurriedly shaking his head in disdain and returning it to the child.

"This is...very bad."

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