The television. Television. His fractured mind searches diligently for the memory within the twisted and muddled labyrinth of his own thoughts, features frowning slightly in some effort to recall this moment though indeed it would seem his thoughts are taken entirely with other memories of the hotel, the young man unable to remember the hotel room, let alone the television she mentions, offering little more than a blank stare in response. Some momentary frustration seems to tease and tug at him, these thoughts shaken quickly away, evidently having decided to ignore the matter now entirely rather than force his mind any further. He is a decidedly lazy creature, when given the chance, often choosing to ignore the problem rather than attempt to confront it, simply preferring not to feel the frustration that swells in response to his own lack of capability in regards to memory, willing to accept this distraction of the toys kept carefully at his bare feet. The softer tones of the woman see his head lift once more from the army men and marbles he has begun to strategically place for battle, her mention of Tetradore's name seeming to hold his attention readily, even the man's mere name seemingly deserving of respect from the often disobedient feline as he regards the equally dark-eyed woman with contemplation, head tilting in some semblance of thought at her words.

"Tetra said I...can have them for...me?"

He pauses only long enough to assure himself this is correct, oblivious to the ploy Nadya has played so cleverly in this moment, readily allowing him to believe this small mistruth rather then distress him only further by telling him that Tetra perhaps no longer cares for such things at all, much less as to what Tobias may do with them. Ignorance sometimes, it would seem, is bliss. His own youthful features lift upward into a lopsided grin of sorts clearly pleased to be given such gifts, gathering the collection of toys more readily to himself now before beginning to arrange them once more- oblivious to the manner in which Nadya freezes, the girl caught off guard entirely by this bare snapshot into the man that lingers somewhere within the chaotic creature, so very hidden, gone as quickly as he had come. Fingers twist and turn upon a marble, parking a small blue car beside it before reaching for a small army man to add to this bizarre compilation, the man paying little heed as Nadya moves away and towards the water- oblivious to the plan within her mind until she calls his name once more- dark eyes shifting upward to rest upon her now, long lashes catching against his tousled hair. Yet it is not so very much the sight of hair that sees him hesitate in his game, more so....the hint of fragrance that seems to trickle steadily into the air, brushing against him, teasing at more animalistic desires to which the masculine part of himself is near pathetically powerless to ignore. Eyes darken slightly, or seemingly so, the childish toys at his feet very near forgotten as he seizes upon this scent within the air, one he has been very near trained to perfection to respond to. Reward for effort- after all, is effective with so many animals.

The bare-chested, bare-footed boy moves to lift to his own feet, willing enough, it would seem- to come when called, hardly bothering to offer her the resistance he may have done without the influence of her powers, far to intrigued by them to unleash his own ability for disobedience in this moment. She moves to pause beside the water, her hold upon him, it would seem, not yet so intense that her proximity to the liquid goes unnoticed, evident distaste cornering his features as he scowls, pausing now, only just within her reach and yet seemingly unwilling to go any further- eyeing the river with evident disdain. His dislike of water is intense, the single true fear of his existence, the young man holding some belief it will harm him somehow as one hand reaches forward- as if to Grab Nadya and pull her further away from the bank before she suddenly leans up onto her toes, seizing his lips with her own in a potent kiss that rips a feral sounding growl from within his throat, the man hungrily returning this gesture- the water near instantly forgotten as he responds in a near entirely primal manner to the female before him, thoughts already becoming thicker, slower with the haze she creates as he moves to follow her near instantly- jerked suddenly to a stop by the rush of cool water against his toes- the man hurriedly scrambling backwards.

"Naddy."

He reaches slightly for her once more, wary concern of sorts seeming to find his voice, his fear of the water readily projected onto the woman herself, the boy becoming agitated now as he shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the next, remaining firmly on the bank. The sudden, playful tone to her words sees those dark eyes focus on her intently before she moves to duck beneath the water fall, a startled yelp or sorts forced from his lips, the man clearly of the belief his pack mate is somehow in danger. The pull towards her is intense, his desire for her bordering now upon need as the full extent of her power begins to infect him, ever part of the male driven to go towards her, to take every part of her- his desire to protect his companion only adding to this overwhelming push as he near dances upon the shore line, feet brushing against the water over and over as he steps and pulls back again and again, a cry of frustration forced from his vocal chords now. His fear, it would seem, is nearly entirely as powerful as Nadya's compulsion, the two given to ware violently within him. He is terrified of the water, sweat beginning to run against the back of his neck, dark eyes flicking violently from side to side as he paces frantically upon the bank.

"Naddy....come here!"

He knows already she will not obey his command, there equal ranking assuring the woman has no compulsion to do as he continues to fret. He can scent her, is assured entirely she is....relatively safe and yet his desire to go to her is near overwhelming, breathing heavier now as the man becomes visibly distressed. He searches for any other method of reaching her though none is readily available, feet alone pressing into the water, the liquid lapping at his ankles as his form very near shakes from the effort of this alone. He shifts once more, pressing further and further still into the pool until he rests waist deep in the water, hands still clinging to the long grass of the bank, shuffling steadily towards the waterfall and the object of his desire, picking his way along the edge before one hand extends, fingers brushing against that curtain of water before his hand is hurriedly withdrawn. He is terrified of it and yet his mind is near overwhelmed with need to get to the female, driven as any male animal to reach that goal, her scent never this...potent nor powerful as he suddenly barrels beneath that curtain of water. He is soaked entirely as he stumbles and blunders and gasps- having managed to shuck out of his jeans at some point during this adventure, the boy frantically clinging to the nearest rock as if he believes it will save him from drowning, eyes wide and wild, ebony hair plastered to his features- at least some of the dirt washed free before those dark eyes slice suddenly sideways, appearing utterly black.

"I am...fucking....mad at...you."


His words are muttered through chattering, shaking teeth, furious with her for having forced this upon him and yet at this close proximity her power overwhelms him completely. He has reverted near entirely to his animalistic side in this moment, a rumbling chuckle of sorts caught within the heated growl that rises in his throat as he reaches to pull Nadya suddenly, firmly and commandingly against him- lips seizing her own with the roughness they have both come to expect, the man determined to have his prize.

"I win."

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