Her sudden stumbling and attempt to right herself sees the boy do little more then stare blankly towards her, any desire to attempt to catch her or steady her apparently having not occurred to the deviant as he simply watches her fall. Social norms, evidently, are not his strong suit, the man failing to understand that such a gesture on his behalf may well have been appreciated, if not expected to some extent. Tobias never did quite fit, never did seem to understand and as such does little more then tilt his head to the side as she speaks, claiming his scaring of her had not been an entirely pleasant experience as he scowls now towards her, shoulders shrugging loosely.

"I liked it."

Indeed he had found the entire game quite enjoyable and as such sees no need to be sorry for it, his attention readily withdrawn from the unfortunate fox to focus instead upon the ice-cream man and the sweetened scent that Pretty takes barely a moment longer to notice. Dark eyes fall with question upon the woman, the boy having learned that those around him are more often then not given to understand the facets of the world he does not, ice-cream a treat he is assured he has never tried before, confusion tainting his frame once more at her admittance that such a thing may be foreign to her as well. Those fathomless pools return to the unfortunate ice-cream vendor, head tilting with clear curiosity as he remains beside the girl still, fiddling absentmindedly at the metal clasp of his collar, the flesh around it red and marked from so much of his scratching. That cunning mind begins to twist and turn, focused entirely upon the task at hand and his desire to achieve the treat he is sure he deserves, remaining oblivious still to the points and stares of a number of people whom pass by the half-shifted young man. That such an appearance may make him an exceptional target for Hunters has truly not occurred to him, mind returned to his female companion at her mention of the very collar itself.

The leather strap is something of a...sensitive issue for the boy, for a creature seemingly incapable of so many emotions any mention of this particular piece of attire seems only to enrage him utterly, his volatile nature responding rapidly to the woman's question as dark eyes cut towards her, a warning snarl of sorts caught within his throat, a shifting of vocal chords assuring the sound is entirely as feral as it should be. He moves to ignore her, his warning surely enough in this moment to indicate his displeasure to her. Animals, after all, always warn before they strike- the girl surely capable of having understood as he points again to the ice-cream, far more inclined to focus upon it then the visual display of his newfound 'owner'. The woman's attempts at negotiation see those eyes narrow decidedly now, cunning mind rapidly attempting to perceive what it is she asks, weighing up the cause and effect of such information as best he can in these moments. His words are little more than a growl of agitation snapped towards her. He dislikes being outplayed and yet his desire for ice-cream seems to weigh out his reluctance to speak about his predicament.

"Is collar...Risky put it there. She says....have to wear it....because we are...pets. Does not...come off."

He has tried far more then once to undo the ridiculous mechanism that holds it in place, fingers unable to fiddle with the clasp, the silver burning his fingers each time he does until he simply gives up, unable to fasten his jaws around it, leaving it to rub and irritate his neck for hours on end- a punishment for his continued escape attempts though it does little more then madden him entirely. It is surely clear that this is not a conversation the boy desires to have, some sense of...embarrassment seeming to linger. After all, Were's are not pets, never pets, to be kept in such a fashion an shameful thing, an unspoken law even Tobias knows of. Though for Tetra....he had allowed it, perhaps, to a certain extent, his loyalty to his leader a potent thing, one overpowering any fear he may have had for the vampire woman they both served.

"Now you have to....help me....get....that. Pretty should make a...distraction."

The strait and narrow path never had been for him, the boy seemingly determined to steal the object of his desire once more as he finally allows his tail and claws to recede, the man looking decidedly human once more as he moves to push the girl roughly towards the man.

"Pretty....makes him busy and Tobi will....get the...food."

Clearly it is a foolproof plan, what could possibly go wrong?

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