Whatever further interest he may have gleamed from the vampire man whom seemed entirely daring enough to provoke the self-titled King of the Westside was forgotten in the moments the woman herself chose to speak, dark eyes turning upon her once more as she attempted to chastise him for being mean. For a moment he simply continued to stare towards her, head tilts slightly to one side in a manner near comical, his features seeming all the more youthful and childish in that moment before they seemed to harden once more and a snort of dissatisfaction is released, words muttered beneath his breath in response, though they are far too low to be truly audible in this moment. Her continued attempts to argue with him however, see a ready scowl cross his features. He is a domineering creature, possessive, obsessive and dangerously protective of that which he perceives as his own, Risqué having stripped him of even his most meagre belongings assuring those few things he retains- those few people he perceives as his own are jealously guarded- whether or not they want to be. Her determination to assure him she is a loner earns her little more then a shake of his head, refusing to accept her words in this moment. She had no male, not mate, no pack and as such she is....free game perhaps, available to be claimed by anyone or anything and as such he has decided that until another might like to have her- he will keep her for himself.

"All women...belong to someone....you belong to me."

He clearly sees no need to elaborate, dark chocolate eyes held against her own as he continues to watch her through lashings of dark hair, seeing no need to answer her final question, the boy disliking to be asked 'how' or 'why' at any given time, his mind so often unable to understand such phrases much less perceive them in any manner that allows them to be spoken. He understands simply the laws of nature themselves. A lone female without a mate or named pack for protection is free game, can be claimed by anyone until it is someone decides to make her their own entirely, to mark her as such and until that time he is determined to keep Birdie within his personal collection of women. The woman moved in that moment to step into his side, this action earning her a lopsided grin, pleased to have her against him as he is assured she should be. The flash of lightning saw the young man shift ever so slightly, eyes narrowed again as she moved to step towards the vampire, her nervous energy lessened, his own eased slightly in turn and yet her continued steps towards the other man see a ready growl rise within his throat, the deranged deviant unwilling to share his prize tonight.

Fathomless dark pools return to the vampire now, what he does not understand in words is readily understood from body language alone, the boy every bit the animal he parades as, oblivious to so many of societies norms and as such, sees no need to control his own behaviour, acting as any male in the presence of another he dislikes- the need to dominant licking and teasing at each vein, oblivious to the fact other species may not play by the same rules as the Were. It hardly matters, he dislikes this man, perceives him as a threat, finds only agitation in the words he offers Birdie as he bristles once more- those pointed canines flashed once more in clear threat. Let the vampire laugh, let him believe the boy is nothing more then an untamed hellion incapable of even the most basic emotions. He is so often underestimated, so often brushed aside and yet he is by far one of the most powerful of his species within this city- far more than one Power at his command.

"Do not...tell him."

The words are whispered towards the curly haired woman, though indeed his whisper is far louder then he truly intends it, the deviant clearly unwilling to have Birdie answer the man's question in regards to her having been hurt by him before her rounds on the vampire entirely.

"Do not ask...her...questions!"

He snaps the words harshly, tongue running over the points of his teeth, a rumbling snarl caught within his throat as each lean, hard, athletic muscle of his frame rolls as he moves to stride back towards him now- halting a mere stride before him, his personality seeming to have shifted dramatically once more as he suddenly grins.

"She did...get hurt...once. Do you...want to know...how? She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion, got run over by a crappy purple Scion. She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub and danced to death in an east side night club. Now I'm all out of lies."

His words......seemingly make no sense at all, his halting speech having disappeared in these moments, words holding an almost song-like quality and yet it is nothing more than a distraction, a tease, a slight of hand trick as his own power begins to weave, teasing about the vampire, seeping steadily into his surely distracted mind and beginning to....tear it apart. He simply begins to tease at the screws of his sanity, beginning to undo the fabric of his thoughts- simply beginning to induce madness and chaos within the vampires mind, tearing apart his sanity as he grins. It cannot be said how the vampire will react, some simply become mad, others become aggressive, some become hysterical with panic until they can no longer function as their minds fall apart and chaos overtakes them. It is a...cruel power and yet one he subjects the other man too now- if only for a moment before he suddenly withdraws it, releases whatever hold he may have found...subjecting William to a mere taste of what he is capable off, one hand reaching out to shove roughly into the other man's chest, aiming to push him backwards forcefully now.

"It is time....for vampire to....leave.....or I will...make you. You are....weak. Girl is mine....get lost."

Clearly- the vampire will leave- or Tobias will start a fight over it here and now. He pauses but one single moment more, dark eyes suddenly flicked back towards Birdie, though his senses remained trained on William should the man seek to retaliate against his attempted shove.

"Birdie I....like your...chest.'

Well....at least he noticed the tight fitting clothing Nadya had dressed Raven in, even if now was not the time to state it.

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