He simply moves to appel to her more gentle side, her more feminine side, a part only females seemed to hold within them that practice and assured him would react to anything deemed innocent or adorable, some part within them seemingly unable to ignore such a thing and as such the man simply moves to act upon it, allowing his posture to shift into something almost apologetic, dark ears folding back atop his head, toying with the tip of his tail almost absentmindedly though indeed he is highly aware of the woman, muscles tensed lest she seek to strike out at him for what even he is aware is undesirable behaviour. The boy, after all, is far more intelligent then he often allows others to perceive, hi intelligence perhaps, simply different, used upon another wavelength entirely and yet one that is assured all the same his kiss and catch game was somehow displeasing to the woman, even if the scents upon her seemed...conflicted. He rarely pays attention to how his companions smell- save for Nadya and yet so much time spent within her company has allowed the creature to develop a instinct of sorts for such thing, particularly in regards to females, those subtle odours available to him even within his semi-human form, the girl seeming to...enjoy his touch and yet find fear within it as well- such mixed signals clear within her body language and as such he allows himself to be halted- at least for now, continuing to play the role of the petulant child as she explains relationships.

Her hand patting against the ground, an effort to encourage him to sit beside her sees the gangly young man move to do as asked, tumbling down into the grass beside her, fingers plucking at the grass, seemingly ignoring the woman entirely though a single ear remains turn towards her all the same, long tail flicking to rest at his feet as she begins to explain. He continues to look away from her, though indeed his facial features shift as she speaks, frustration at a lack of understanding evident as she struggles to explain 'brother' and 'sister', this knowledge already known to him to a certain extent and yet the manner by which she seems to imply...emotion is involved is an entirely foreign thing. He cannot perceive his own emotions beyond angry, content, hungry and desire, the basis upon which all animals are built. Emotions more complex are lost upon him, confused and scattered within the chaos of his mind until he feels only frustrated anger. He does not understand her meaning of 'close' to be anything other then a position, that neither Naddy or Tetra are close to him in this moment assuring little more then a blank look- though her words have not been lost entirely.

"Brother and sister."

He simply repeats these words, these phrases...these relationships, some sense of understanding and connection with these titles and word having been achieved, tentative though it is. He continues to mimic her, ripping blades of grass from the earth, tossing them aside as he does, her explanation of pack mates one already understood, no reaction given in this moment. If Tetra says they are Pack...they are pack...this is his knowledge and indeed it needs no embellishment. He cannot understand the poor girls own emotions, remains oblivious to the confusion within her own mind as to his actions, nor her desperate need for such things to mean....something. He is a creature of instinct entirely, incapable, perhaps, of ever possessing more complex emotions so very oblivious to her need....her desire for that brush of his lips to be more then a childish game and yet, for all his obscurity he dislikes touch, repels others from it, is content to offer affection only to those with whom he feels....something. Her slow words see his head tilt ever so slightly, drawn more readily to any conversation offered in such a manner as she attempts to explain boyfriend and girlfriend, something that is like mates. This he understands, mate, after all, is inbred within him to understand to some extent, one his mind simply does not process nor think on, understood entirely within itself. Mates is....favourite. The one that is liked the best and above all. Mates is what nature demands at a certain age perhaps, an instinct nature drives within so many Were's to find that other. Features contort once more into a look of agitation, a snort of frustration passing his lips as his mind struggles to sort through this information.

"Girlfriend.....is....mate...but not?"

This, it would seem, has been the limit of his understanding on the topic and though not entirely incorrect it would seem there are gaping holes in his knowledge, dark eyes turned toward the woman beside him once more.

"There is.....one mate.....but.....how many...girlfriends?"

That he seems to desire to find a dating loophole of sorts remains to be seen, his inability to count beyond one however, seeming to render such a question moot regardless. Even so, it would seem, he has lost interest within this conversation, that long tail flicking suddenly upward, looping around her to tap suddenly upon her right shoulder, tail flicked away just as quickly, seeming to delight in seeing her turn to look at just what may have tapped her shoulder- tail flicked once more to smack suddenly at her check. A snicker leaves his lips, a hissing, rasping sound before he moves to bound away a second time, no more then a stride or two this time, coming suddenly from behind her once more to very suddenly and abruptly....seize her left ear in his human teeth, biting down in a manner clearly playful and yet it is a distinctly different form of play to his usual, one generally reserved for pack alone as he scampers away a second time, flopping suddenly down in the grass again, bright eyes watching her still. He hardly seems to be focused upon anything at all, attention dramatically short-lived tonight, it would seem, another sentence spoken suddenly as he regards her.

"Do you...play the...sex-game with...girlfriends?"

Naddy had only told him he must not tell Tetra, she had said nothing about Birdie and indeed his mind is...curious of this, struggling still to differentiate between sister, packmate and girlfriend, of which Naddy seems to be all three, oblivious entirely to the delicate balance of such a relationship and yet perhaps, in time, his mind will simply come to understand, perhaps, when the night is dark and he is left to his own thoughts his mind will be given to understand more of what has been said.

"I...do not...hate you."

The words are sudden, abrupt, seemingly holding no real meaning and yet they are there all the same, some admission, perhaps.....that he likes her presence and her company that he does not hate touching her. A reason...perhaps, for his kiss.

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