It is surely true indeed that Jackal is likely to defer to Tobias himself before he speaks to Nadya over matters involving the Ark, Tobias holding the same authority for the employees as Tetradore and yet the boy had hardly considered the loopholes of his fabricated story as he sprawls himself out only further across Nadya's bed, her assurance that she was trying to sleep is met with little more than a blank stare as those fathomless black eyes meet her own. Even Tetradore is not afforded the privilege of sleep when Tobias is given to find himself overly board in the early hours of the morning- the lanky cat content to wake up any and every one whenever the mood should strike him and as such Nadya's quest for slumber is meaningless to him as he presses only further into her personal space in an effort to rouse her from the bed. He desires her attention and as such remains determined to have it regardless of her own thoughts, her command that he stop utterly ignored as one hand reaches out, long fingers poking at her in a manner designed deliberately to annoy her. He desires to fight tonight, Tetradore is otherwise occupied and Raven will not, leaving Nadya as his only choice outside of Jackal himself, the little Mexican more inclined to teleporting out then staying for any truly lengthy battle.

He is rewarded at last by Nadya's moving form, a grin of satisfaction alighting his lips before the Spanish words slip from the womans own, his own features narrowing as if attempting to comprehend the words before his gaze flicks from Charles to Nadya and back again. He understands her Spanish with a fluent ease, one of the few anomalies of the boy, his English often a fractured, broken tangle of words whereas his own understanding of their shared native tongue seems to come far more readily. If asked however, the boy remains decidedly sure he cannot speak it. His mind seemingly unable to identify the language differences at all, nor his ability to speak either of them. He merely answers in whatever tongue it is he is spoken to. There is little about Tobias after all, that makes very much sense at all.

"Charles es un buen perro"

He answers with a snort of sorts as his companion shifts, his own shift following moments later as he lumbers from the bed, long, fluffy tail of gold and black trailing after him- until Nadya turns to strike Charles from the bed with her paw, a hiss of agitation spat from his lips as he lunges away from her in an effort to retrieve his beloved pet, grasping the pink leash in his jaws before hauling the dirty white dog after him and out of the door. Nadya is ignored momentarily as the lanky leopard paces back to his own room, Charles places carefully beside his hammock bed where the toy belongs before loping back out an onto the viewing deck. His own powers are engaged readily, seeking Nadya amongst the throng of others, the girl found easily as he moves to follow her down, brushing against her as he does, leading the way towards Jackal as he stands beside the Ring 2- a roar of applause sounding as the Leopard appears with his companion in tow- the crowd clearly delighted to see at least one of the famous duo within the ring tonight. Jackal, for his part, offers a ready grin to Nadya, placing a mark of sorts beside her name upon the list before gesturing to the ring itself.

Ah senorita, I did not think it would be you who agreed to this eh? We start in two minutes, in you go.

That Jackal has perhaps not anticipated that Tobias has not told Nadya what he desires from her remains to be seen, the spotted Leopard circling around Nadya, jaws parting ever so slightly to nip suddenly at her heel, aiming to drive her forward and into the ring itself before lunging clear of any retaliation she may attempt to fire at him, a rasping snicker rolling from within his throat. His appearance within the ring results in another roar of appreciation from the crowd, Tobias content to very near strut about the ring for several laps. He is nothing if not male after all, one within the very prime of his existence, his showmanship skills clearly on display as he parades about, feeding off the ready energy of the crowd, his own ability for chaos seeming to delight in the energy he can near taste as adrenaline rises within his system in readiness.

"Naddy will....play with me.....tonight. Naddy has....to win. Tetra and Tobi....always win. Always. Naddy is not.....so good as Tetra.....but....you are.....maybe alright."

His expectations of the woman are evidently rather low and yet his delight in her companionship all the same remains to be seen as he moves to take his position beside her.

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