"Well I do...not like the....random."

That he has both heard, processed and repeated the word is something in the least, gaze narrowed distinctly upon the host for whom he blames much of this evening, mentality unable to process just why the numbers he requires do not need to appear. Patience, it would seem, is not within his favour today and yet his agitation with the game readily sees him miss the softly spoken words of the older woman and the sadness that momentarily seemed to grip Raven in her belief that they themselves may never have children. He is incapable, truly, of understanding such a conversation on a truly meaningful level, something for the better in this moment perhaps- the boy entirely assured that children were achieved through the process of sex in water. Not something he desires to repeat any time soon and yet such s his mentality, surely, that children or the lack of them holds little sway upon him. His mind does not consider it, wonder of it or long for it as his companions may. It is perhaps the single perk to his condition. He cannot worry for the future, because he cannot perceive it. His mind exists in the now and the now involves a game he has not won.

He is perhaps wrongly used to winning, oblivious entirely to the fact Birdie, Tetra and Naddy were given to let him win more often then not, if only to prevent the storm that generally followed any loss, the moves boy to stand determinedly moments later before strolling towards the prize table. For this moment, at least, the girl is ignored entirely, Birdie's words falling on deaf ears as he simply moves to take a prize he has not one, holding no desire to heed the warning of the announcer or the waitress who hurriedly followed after him in a bid to get back the prize. It is Raven alone that sees him pause, the girls unwavering stance a....challenge of sorts. The kind he is decidedly not used to receiving as her slender form remains staunchly before him and he is forced to halt to prevent himself colliding with her, Tobias holding enough respect in the least to acknowledge the woman's space even when he refuses to respect others. Dark eyes narrow briefly upon her, the waitress paused several steps behind unsure whether or not to intervene though several members of the audience had clearly begun to find the entire incident highly amusing, more then one smiling softly as Raven attempted to persuade him into returning what he is taken. A decidedly difficult task.

He has no desire to give back his prize, a behaviour perhaps surely encouraged by Tetradore, the other man rarely ever seeing need to correct the boys behaviour much less enforce he pay for anything. Raven however, evidently holds a different ideal as Tobias merely meets her gaze for several moments, the pair content to stare at one another, or seemingly so, as Tobias evidently at least considers the woman's words. It is a rare thing, truly, for the man to offer any consideration to any other being and yet for Raven it would seem he was inclined to.....try, if nothing else, mind rapidly turning over the offered words before the woman requests he say sorry.

"I am....not sorry."

Sorry is not a word he likes. Sorry is not a word he is ever content to offer anyone unless utterly forced to do so, gaze moving from Raven to peer briefly outside the window, a grin of sorts suddenly touching his features, something, seemingly, given to please the boy as he turns abruptly back to the waitress- handing her the stolen prize with evidently little concern before turning back to Birdie once more.

"We....go now."

He nods his assurance, reaching to grasp Raven's hand, striding determinedly away from the dining hall now and towards the original ships entrance, the west side harbour back in sight- their cruise evidently coming to an end and thusly their 'vacation' with it as the boat, at last, pulls back into the harbour for those few whom had been given to do the harbour cruise alone before the ship headed out to sea. The gangly deviant wanders down the gangplank and back onto the dock of his home, hand still firmly in Ravens own. It is only as they are safely upon the dock that the boy turns back towards the boat, one hand lifting slightly, Raven's own power borrowed now as something small and colourful abruptly launches itself from the ships window, catapulted across the bay and into his arms as he turns to grin at Raven once more- proudly holding his, newly, stolen prize.....

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