The manner in which she returns his case seeks only to encourage the boy further, the plains of her feminine form melding against the harder, toned muscle of his own in a manner he finds entirely soothing, animal instinct responding readily in these few moments, assuring him he is right to act this way- her willingness only further feeding the desire she creates within him. He does not learn, perhaps, as others do, is made to understand through repeated action, his mind having associated Nadya with such things, forcing this reaction from him time and time again having become assured this woman alone provides such an enjoyable physical release- one he has missed these past weeks. For all that he is, he is still entirely and undeniably male, so much of him driven to seek her over and over again after having discovered entirely what women are for. His teeth readily find the soft flesh of her neck, parting the skin with ease, marking the woman with his own personal signature as she moves to gasp and flinch at this sudden pain, the boy momentarily tightening his hold on her, refusing to allow her to move for that moment alone, releasing her once he is content with his mark renewed upon her. He is a possessive creature, dangerously so, clinging to those whom he sees value within, the members of his pack perhaps the most valued to the deranged being, this possessiveness and obsession of sorts with keeping safe his companions even if it is so often he whom leads them to disaster.

He moves at last to pull away from her, abruptly folding those long legs beneath him as he sits beside her, dark eyes drawn instantly to the array of food decorated before him, the girl almost forgotten entirely as she wipes her fingers against her flesh, his own tongue brushing against his lips to smooth away what remains of her blood, his bite little more then a nip and yet surely painful still. His attention returns towards her only as she leans forward to open the rows of containers before him, the aroma of meat readily seizing the animalistic creatures attention, wild eyes watching with predatory ease as she places each container of meat down before him- lashings of dark hair tangling with the long lashes of his eyes, slightly long perhaps- for a man. Her assurance that this food is indeed for him sees a momentary wariness cross his features. Risque has played this game before, placing something before him, telling him it was for him- only to take it way, to throw something at him, to make him perform some ridiculous task in order to get it. He trusts Nadya, likes her company, is content to be within her presence and yet it would seem that the first cracks of the vampire woman's influence have finally begun to affect him. He has never before hesitated in the wake of food and yet for now, in this moment he seems...wary.

One hand moved to reach forward, pulling what appeared to be sliced ham towards himself, chocolate eyes lifted to meet the equally dark gaze of his adopted sister, assuring himself a final time this is not some form of trick, at least, not the kind he expects before hastily pulling the meat towards himself, hungrily beginning to consume it without any apparent need to put it on a sandwich as he surely should have, his free hand reaching for a container of butter- the soft, yellow substance observed for merely a moment before his dips his fingers into it, bringing them readily to his lips, seeming to delight in the creamy, milky taste as any cat does. He is, of course, oblivious to the manner in which butter should be eaten, grinning towards the woman all the same before she asks after the game he wants to play. His eating is halted, if only momentarily, those chaotic thoughts rapidly beginning to forget about the food once more as that toned, athletic frame shifts back towards her own, eyes watching her again beneath wild hair. It has been weeks since he has had her, his wild mood swings and excessive energy having driven Risque herself to near despair, even Tetradore, perhaps, unable to understand why his companion had seemed so very irate and disobedient. The sudden handing over a fork seems to momentarily derail his thoughts a final time, the object taken within his fingers, eyes blinking in confusion before he abruptly hands it back.

"Tetra says I....am not allowed to....have...these until I can...learn to control myself."

He is nothing if not honest, often bluntly so, content enough it would seem to use his hands alone before that handsome head tilts slightly once more, regarding her again in these moments before he grins, white teeth flashed towards her as the first tendrils of his own power begin to to wrap around her, tugging softly at her mind, attempting to pull and fiddle with the barriers she has in place, anything that stops her from merely allowing him to have his way here and now, attempting to agitate her, if only slightly. Fights, after all, always lead to what he wants- though this touch of power is merely a brush, a test, teasing at her now.

"I want to play the....sex game. Can we do that...now? I really...want to."

That he has learned the word for it is at least mildly surprising, continuing to watch her now, oblivious to the fact that asking such a thing is hardly socially acceptable, eyes flicking warily towards the water before resting upon her a final time, his question sudden.

"Why did...Naddy leave?"

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