That the bed is not meant for jumping on is clearly of no concern to the lanky young man as he proceeds to ignore the groaning springs and launch himself atop the unfortunate woman before knocking her down beneath him. Slender and lithe though he was there is precious little about the man that is light as he collides with his company in play- a game he is determined to change the rules off the moment his lips find her own. His mind cannot understand the how and why of it, his times with Nadya little more then energy and instinct and heat and as such he has no true knowledge of how to make happen that which he desires. He simply does as he did before, his second kiss far firmer now, far more of an indication of what exactly he desires to lead them towards in this moment as she returns the gesture with a near matched ferocity. His fingers catch readily on the hem of her shirt, teasing at the edges of it, pulling back from her only long enough to assure himself he is doing as he should. He had promised Tetra that he would not play such a game again and yet as any other male creature, surely, that instinctive need still exists. It had been....months....a year even...more, his dislike of being touched by those he does not know assuring that none of the woman whom surround the fighting arenas at night had ever relieved any of the energy the Leopard holds in that desire, Birdie's demand that he could not 'play' with girls that were not her resulting in Tobias keeping entirely to himself in that regard. Yet, Tetra was not here right now, nor or any of the other girls that Birdie so seems to enjoy shooing away from the door, the young man determined to draw from her that same experience he had held with Nadya and yet he refusal ears little more then a look of confusion.

What he is doing wrong he hardly knows, unable to understand how he had managed to achieve it before and yet perhaps he simply does not remember, his memory process is unreliable at best and yet still those fathomless dark eyes linger upon the woman beneath him now- head tilted to the side. Not ready? He understands the words, on some level, yet his ability to apply them to the situation before him remains limited, unsure what the woman is not ready for as he frowns, frustration at himself evident now as he attempts to puzzle out what exists before him.

"Birdie.....does not.....like that game?"

This, he is sure, is the only possible reason, the only reason not to play any game. He and Tetra did not play Assassins Creed 3 because they did not like it and as such it was not played, the Leopard attempting to link that understanding with the one before him, oblivious, truly, to the delicacy of the situation. Birdie's assurance that she had liked the second kiss sees his head tilt once more.

"Which one is....second?"

He does not know second from first, eyes narrowed now as he waits for an answer, the entire situation remaining bemusing to him all the same before he seems to brighten entirely once more, head nodded suddenly.

"We wait....then......till....its dark?"

That he has taken 'wait' to mean 'night-time' is surely evident now as he grins down towards the woman beneath him, fingers still teasing at the hem of his shirt. He brings his lips to her own suddenly once more, this kiss holding much the same energy as before and yet this time he moves , lips brushing suddenly against her jaw, her neck and lower until he reaches the neckline of her shirt. It is cheating perhaps, teasing, his time with Nadya at least having taught him some things. He knows where some sensitivity exists, remembers and as such seeks to draw that from Birdie now- the boy truly cunning when he chooses to be, though the boyish grin he wears indicates he is surely aware of the game he plays on some level. This teasing trail ending at her shirt and neckline each time....encouragement, perhaps, to get at least part of what he desires.

"If not....play the game can....I take the....shirt away?"

He is surprisingly capable- when there is something he wants. Though he pauses once more, asking, waiting....

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