For all the spotted creatures short-comings there does exist, within him, a certain desire to please his companion. His is incapable perhaps, of understanding most of life's eccentricities and yet despite his inabilities in this area the man remains decidedly capable of toying with the woman all the same. It is the manner by which he offers her both his attention and affection, unconventional though it surely is. It is simply his way. He plays with Birdie because he desires to, because she alone is perhaps permitted to see those gentle, more playful sides of his nature that are so often concealed beneath his irritable, dominant personality. Tobias is so entirely the very animal he is designed to be, the line between animal and man so notoriously thin, the boy walking neatly upon either side and as such his ability to display affection, attention- even love as most other man are given to do is surely outside of his capabilities. Tobias, instead, is given to behave far more as his animalistic nature demands- content to show his girlfriend of his affection in the manner by which he engages her in play, eats her meals and shares his bed at night- these things permitted to Birdie alone. The boy assured his companion understood that which so many others failed to perceive.

This game he engages her so sneakily within now is no more than this, his own method of further displaying his affections so entirely without the words he struggles, at the best of times, to offer in any fashion. Whether he is truly irritated in her victory or has simply sought to draw her closer remains to be seen, the cunning mind of the cat easily seeing the shaggy-haired deviant spring towards his companion as their fur fades to skin- his previous agitation entirely forgotten. The vampire whom had so incited his rage having faded within his thoughts. Even within his human form he is entirely capable of the purr that rises within his throat as he near knocks the curly-haired woman to the grass, his lean, toned form pressing down atop her own as his lips so eagerly still a kiss from her. He is aware, so instinctively, of the way her form shifts beneath him- stilling at last, accepting the pressure of his weight and indeed perhaps encourage the boy all the more. Animalistic instincts responding entirely to even this subtle acceptance of his form atop her own, her words seeing his dark eyes shift upward, head shaking softly.

"It is....surprise!"

That he has, perhaps, not fully anticipated entirely how a surprise is supposed to work remains to be seen, Tobias assured his companion is sufficiently surprised all the same and as such he is surely correct in that which he does. Birdie's lips returning to his own see the gangly deviant respond in turn, his form shifting once more, straddling her entirely now- one knee resting either side though his arms take most of his own weight still even despite the manner in which the woman settles beneath him. His lips part from her own, pressing instead to the side of her cheek, working down and over her jaw and neck as teeth and tongue tease a pattern there- moving until her shirt is entirely given to prevent him progressing further- the young man eyeing it with a ready disdain. He is hesitant perhaps, within his actions, the boy conflicted within- the instincts of both man and beast desiring very much the same within this moment and yet still he mind refuses to forget Tetradore's agitation with him. Yet- some wants simply cannot be ignored, not when they exist for both animal and man. His fingers tease easily at the hem of her shirt once more- as he has done before, the boy a creature of repetition in every sense of the word, such a gesture having resulted in him being allowed to remove her shirt before and as such he seeks to earn the same reaction now.

He waits all the same, a need for permission, in the least, seeming to exist within him. A boundary he surely will not cross, an understanding even he has concluded within his limited ability to perceive the rightness of situations. Those fathomless dark eyes find her own once more, fingers continuing to tease at the sensitive skin beneath her shirt in the hopes, perhaps, he might encourage more from her tonight. His previous energy, it seemed, focused entirely into a different want.

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