His mind continues to puzzle over the information offered to him, desperately seeking to understand what she offers, fractured thoughts attempting to grasp the delicate threads of knowledge she exposes and yet still frustration tugs at him, confuses him, teases at his mind and goads his irritable nature, some part of his mind mocked through his inability to understand so entirely what she says. Relationships are a difficult concept, a thought lost and tangled through his attempts to understand, to relate her words to that which he knows and yet...so much of what he knows is wrong, misguided or else misunderstood, resulting in and inability to replicate the situation, to find a memory to suit that which she offers and thus facilitate his own learning. Her attempts to explain girlfriend as a step of sorts...a level before mate is seemingly grasped, at least in some form- those wary dark eyes seeming to offer some flicker of understanding as he nods. He cannot fathom why she looks away from him in those last moments, nor the true power of assumption behind her softly given words, his own features frowning slightly, hand waving almost dismissively- oblivious to the blow to her emotions such a thing may offer.

"I do not...know about...love."

Nor does he seemingly care, so very unaware of the poor girl's delicate emotions in regard to this, though surely even she is aware perhaps, that his emotions are...limited at best, that he may well indeed be incapable of such a high order emotion, that he may never love anything let alone anyone in the manner in which she hopes, his mind so very unable to understand the depth of an emotion so wholly complex nor why such easy dismissal may upset her entirely even without his meaning to do so. Her eyes lifting once more to his own at least saw his attention refocus upon her, meeting her gaze entirely as she attempted to explain 'one' reaching forward to snatch his tail into her hands. For a moment he moves to glare at her, the near six foot long appendage his favoured of all his feline parts and as such he is unwilling to allow her to harm it in anyway, the simple petting however, seems to soothe him readily enough as she speaks.

"One tail."

He simply repeats the word, head tilting slightly to the side before moving to point suddenly at the woman's face with a grin of sorts.

"One nose."

Hands clap together in a child-like manner, as if suddenly pleased with this new found ability to list both a number and a body part, delighting in this game as he grins once more, pointing now rapidly to varying parts of the girl in front of him.

"One foot....one arm....one foot...again. One hair."

Well...close. This sudden correctness and ability to gain even the barest hint of new knowledge sees the boy proceed to leap excitedly about in the manner of a kitten of sorts, his actions holding a reckless- playful abandon as he approaches from behind, seizing her ear in his teeth, the woman proceeding to fall beneath him as he does, a rumble of satisfaction purring within his chest before he suddenly releases her once more, bounding away yet again before turning to face her, yet another question upon his lips. Her red-faced, stammered response hardly seems to phase him, dark eyes meeting her own within the dark once more, the rumble of approaching thunder and the impending threat of water seeming to seize much of his attention once more. This new knowledge however, that girlfriends are for sex, is readily stored within his mind as he continues to near prance around the woman- until another crack of thunder sees him halt, eyes turned upward to the sky as she murmurs her response to his final words, white teeth flashed in a smile in the dark before his ears and tail shift once more- the man entirely human now.

"It is going...to rain....I do not like....the water I....have to go or maybe it will....get me."

He simply moves to brush past her, stepping high in an effort to move quickly through the thick, high grass, rapidly disappearing into the darkness of the night and amidst the fireflies that linger within the air, thanking her for the night evidently not having occurred him- silence rapidly following in his wake, leaving her alone within the field.

Or seemingly so.

He simply waits within the darkness, continuing to watch the woman for several moments more before treading suddenly and silently back towards her, coming from the side as she moves to wander from the field- a playful snicker of sorts revealing his position once more yet as always perhaps just a moment too late for the woman to react, hands moving suddenly forward to pin her own to her sides and prevent her attempting to slap him as he knows she is so capable off. He offers her barley a moment to register his presence before his lips find her own once more, teeth biting softly at her lower lip in what might well have been a final tease of sorts as he steps away.

"Goodnight...Birdie."

This time- he is gone.

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