It is easy to engage the wolf in play, to stir within the creature the reaction the boy so desires, having the girl bounce readily after the leopard atop the snow in this playful gamble before he turns upon her with the offering of his gift, oblivious to the fact that a relationship, perhaps, is not a game to be played, his ability to perceive the world better understood upon the mentality of winning and losing, seeming to believe Birdie is a prize to be won and such perhaps explains his behaviour in this regard. Blackmailing the girl into rewarding him with the praise he seems to feel is deserving, his chest puffing outward in clear pleasure at the words she so obediently parrots in return as a leopard-like grin moves to trace his features and his tail flicks in pleasure. He offered words only see the leopards strut increased in this moment, the cat content to parade himself before the wolf several more times before he settles. It is simply nature's way, the young man a slave to these more animalistic desires and instincts, these hormones that race and tangle within his blood and see each muscle ripple and gleam beneath that tawny golden pelt in proud display of that athletic frame that he seems only further satisfied to display before the woman in response to her praise- even if it was praise he had demanded.

That the woman had never before received a Christmas present seems to go unnoticed by the boy, mind incapable of perceiving this lack of gift giving, his own understanding of such things shaped entirely by his childhood and the years spent upon the floor of the Tetradore family home, pressed into the far corner of the room, waiting for Mom or Dad to offer him a carefully wrapped box, accepting it only when Tetra had brought it to him, taking great delight in tearing apart the paper, removing the toy- only to seat himself in the boxes, evidently of the belief that the idea of this holiday was merely to give a well wrapped box, several years of explanation required before he had begun to value the gift more then it's packaging. As such he had merely come to understand the arrival of snow and chill meant the need to collect a series of objects to be wrapped before demanding his companions gather about a tree once more, if only to be given the gifts he has collected, Birdie the last remaining of his companions to receive her specially chosen object. Yet it would seem he desires more from the woman then a simply thanks for his efforts, the leopard having long since decided that he desires more from the woman then a mere 'date' a concept to which he has never fully understood, merely having desired he wishes to keep the woman for himself entirely. The bite marks upon the woman's neck, are, perhaps, a more animalistic sense of ownership and yet he has long since become ill-satisfied with merely this. He is determined to make the woman his belonging in both an animalistic sense and a more human one, this notion of girlfriend...foreign to him and yet seemingly important in some fashion, a word that dispenses meaning in the human world and a title he is determined to befit upon her if only to further exact his ownership and....relationship.

The slight crack within the woman's voice, symbolizing this tangle of emotion within her perhaps fails to hold any response within the boy, unable to perceive the reason behind the falter in her voice, the lightness to her tone alone merely assuring the Leopard that the woman is pleased with his offer, his own purr rising within his throat now at her willingness to accept this human title of 'girlfriend' â€" even without a Christmas present. Such words earn the wolf a momentary frown before it is simply pushed away, the wolf shifting closer to him now before speaking once more, black rimmed ears held forward at the canines assurance she would continue to sleep beside him and yet this answer within itself is seemingly...unsatisfactory to the possessive creature, tail flicking in dislike as those ears roll backwards in a display of discord, head shaking softly.

I want...Birdie to....live....at Ark...with me. Not....to go home...to other house....anymore.

He is aware it would seem, that on occasion, the curly haired woman returns to her apartment, the scent of Alexis often strong upon her at this point and while indeed the boy is fond of Pretty he is unwilling to share his girlfriend's attentions with her, seemingly assured that a further step within their relationship means the skipping of several others, his words, essentially, asking the woman to move in with him entirely- or at least to her own room within the Ark. Leopard golden eyes continue to linger upon her for several more moments before it would seem he is content to make good upon their earlier deal. The lanky cat retreats several steps from the wolf, allowing fur to fade from his form now, the boy miraculously having shifted with his clothing in place, dark eyes replacing gold as he turns to the wolf once more- gesturing for her to return to her human form- waiting a few moments for her to do so as long fingers reach into the pocket of his favoured stormy grey jeans, clasping something within his hands before wandering barefoot back towards the woman- content to ignore his feet upon the snow before holding his hands out towards her, pressing the cool titanium chain and pendant into her hands.

It is a match for the one that adorns his own neck and yet significantly more delicate in it's design, the chain smaller, far more feminine and the pendant that hangs upon it far less fearsome then the wolf on his own, that silver coloured metal seeming to shift and bend like liquid to flow into the long, sleek tail of what is clearly a cat, that long tail pooling into the body of what appears to be a leopard-like creature crafted from the metal, it's head turn to the side and yet lacking any other detail in it's overall simplicity. If she had give him a wolf, it seems, he is content to give her a leopard, lopsided grin upon his features once more.

"Is...a cat to.....watch you when....I can't."

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