"I will ask.....her."

He nods his assurance further, evidently having decided upon this decision all the same, the matter of breasts clearly one that requires further investigation by the young man, oblivious to how or why such a question may be inappropriate in any fashion. The matter of books sees his attention deviate away from his children to fixate upon the girl once more, her assurance that a knowledge of books is something that would please Tetradore seeming to hold his attention now. His is reluctant, perhaps, to do anything commanded by Nadya, the boy refusing to allow her a position above himself- there continued arguing a result of a battle of wills of sorts between them and yet- Tetradore is another matter entirely, an accepted and chosen Alpha, the younger man desiring his companions approval on nearly every level and as such seems to seize upon even this mention of him. Books are...foreign to him, his inability to read causing little more then frustration. He is aware, on some level, that he is not as the others, that he is....different, his ability to mimic those around him a near desperate and final attempt to appear just as they and yet reading is a skill he cannot perfect, something he cannot do and as such his mind is loath to try, finding only frustrated hate within such an activity. He dislikes that which he cannot do, hates to admit inadequacy in any area and indeed her words earn little more than a scowl as he seems to consider them- her mention of Tetradore perhaps all that is given to convince the boy to attempt such a thing.

"Cannot...read but...maybe listen."

His words are very near muttered, shoulders rolling in a shrug of sorts, as if he is loath to admit such a thing to the woman despite the fact she is surely already so aware of his inability to read even the most basic of sentences. It is fortunate perhaps, that he is given to be distracted from his darkening mood by the twins themselves- the young man finding a separate sort of fascination with them, instinct demanding a certain reaction from him, even if they remain outside of his ability to truly perceive. Yet, that human side of himself, that part that remains free of his animalistic desire to protect what he believes to be his own- seems to almost....enjoy his son and daughter. They are smaller then him, weaker, dependent and yet......it is they that require knowledge from him, they alone whom seem to know and understand less of the world then even himself and indeed some part of him finds delight in this, in finally having others whom seek things from him as he seeks them from those more capable in turn. His children, smaller, weaker and more dependant then himself allow him to feel....needed in some fashion and it is this alone that seems to thrill him.

Her attempt to guide him further in his efforts to feed Micah are met with a nod, dark eyes narrowed slightly in an effort to understand the woman's explanation, this notion of drinking air lost upon him and yet his ability to mimic is assured, allowing her to guide him in this as another grin alights his features as the boy continues to nurse so easily from the bottle he provides.

"I....like this one."

That he has decided to 'like' at least one of his children is surely something of a success, a success that lasts only so long as it takes the boy to attempt to taste the milk for himself, her hand slapping suddenly against his shoulder- a growl of sorts rising in his throat in response. Her chastisement seeing his gaze darken only further as those fathomless pools flicker from baby to Nadya and back again in an effort to appease his curiosity. That the milk is 'from Nadya' is.....difficult for his mind to comprehend and yet he has seen the kittens nurse from her, mind perhaps seizing upon his single piece of information and allowing to perceive it on some basal level.

"I do not....like the milk from Nadya....is very bad. I do not...want it."

He has no intention of tasting it again, her warning perhaps unneeded in this moment as she takes the bottle from him to place it upon the desk before declaring it time for Micah to sleep as Tobias moves to stand once more, the child in his arms- his family portrait decorating the far well before he moves to place the kitten back in it's crib, understanding indeed that this is where it sleeps. Nadya's mention of singing however- earns to girl a snort.

"Singing is....for girls.....or for when....Tetra is in the...shower and thinks I....do not listen. He is....not very good."

His head simply shakes, seeming to refuse her offer as his dark gaze returns to the kittens once more, features frowning slightly, as if he seems to consider this for a moment before his eyes find her own again.

"I know....lots of songs."

His ability to repeat what he hears is second only to an answering machine itself, those songs that repeat over and over by far his most favoured, the repetition of beat and rhythm appealing to him though he seems unwilling to offer them now, simply beginning to hum instead- as if this, in some way may be a more manly action.

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