The woman's assurance that he is, indeed, a good kisser only further seems to bolster his already exceptional self-confidence, the boy content to offer a look of utter satisfaction in this declaration, though the manner in which her features seem to glow a warm pink only seem to see his own features frown ever so slightly- unable to properly perceive this reaction as her fingers run through the black of hair and his attention returns far more readily to the shirt that so seems to hamper his desires. His mind is....struggling perhaps in these moments, his ability to learn a tedious and delicate thing, his actions guided only by that which he had learned from Nadya. He is a creature of habit, after all, his ability to learn defined entirely by his ability to repeat, near exactly, an action in the belief it will achieve the same response, the woman beneath him acting in an entirely different manner to Nadya and as such his mind struggles to perceive it, to achieve entirely the reaction he had managed to gain from the other woman. As such he is simply left confused, if not frustrated, evidently pleased however in the moments she allows him to remove her shirt and offer him access to this part of herself- a step he is assured must come first before anything else.

It is a combination of both instinct and memory that see's his lips move to trail along her neck before dropping lower, a rumbling growl of satisfaction rising within his own chest in clear appreciation for the feel of her body beneath him and the way it moves. For all his shortcomings, for all his inabilities in so many other areas the Leopard is still decidedly male and this fact alone seems to drive him now to seek entirely what he desires until he reaches the hem of her jeans and his youthful features frown once more at this next barrier. He moves abruptly, suddenly, fit, toned frame moving to roll the pair with ease, leaving his company entirely astride him now. After all, Nadya at himself at changed position more then once, the pair every near content to fit for such a thing and yet his fractured mind seems determined that it is Birdie's turn now.

Her confusion only sees his own head tilt slightly, dark hair tumbling readily into the equally dark tint of his gaze before she moves to brush it aside. That she does not know what to do is....startling to him, the boy assured that she would do just as he has come to believes girls do- what that is surely remains to be seen, girls simply know, he is sure, confusion seeing his own features stare towards her now as he struggles entirely to perceive this information- mind desperately seeking to understand. Nadya had known, so why didn't Birdie? His own memories of such a thing limited to an extent, what exactly Nadya had done unknown to him and yet he is sure, so sure, that he is doing things entirely right.

"Supposed to.....take turns."

He assures her now, nodding as she finally brings her lips to his own once more and one hand moves to stroke down his chest, the boy entirely content to allow her, making no effort to push her away as he does so many other- offering a satisfied purr at her touch before she sits back up once more, her gaze meeting is own.

"Birdie is....very good."

He nods in assurance, leaning himself up now until she sits within his lap, his lips finding her own once more before he moves to abruptly slide himself out from beneath her now, gangly form slipping from the bed to stand, eyeing her with some measure of disdain.

"Jeans are......all...tight now you....did it right. But.....have to wait.....for right day?"

Well. At least she had done it right, the boy evidently decidedly uncomfortable with his jeans for the moments, before seeking to question her once more, displaying some level of understanding in that moment as he regards her. Birdie, surely, well tell him when it is the right day, though his discomfort is surely palpable, his honesty in this equally so as he moves to abruptly wander towards the balcony and outside, peering down to the water far below as the boat suddenly begins to rumble.

"Why is...boat growling?"

He turns to regard her ever so briefly , the smoke beginning to rise from the back of the ship seeing him scowl once more, the boy evidently oblivious to the fact that the boat will surely move, dark eyes widening suddenly.

"I want to...go to that!"

He moves to point now, gesturing suddenly down the side of the ship and towards the rather large activities area on the lower deck, one clearly designed for families and yet one that has seemingly caught his eye, his attention span a decidedly short thing.

"Let's go...there."

The fact the boat is moving is clearly no longer of concern, nor the fact that he is surely better to take the door, the boy readily beginning to climb over the rails of the ship, clearly determined to take the more direct route......

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