The surprise upon the young fae's features at the boys utter lack of knowledge in regards to the word 'soap' is met with an equally blank stare from the shaggy-haired deviant. 'Soap' is not a word he uses, nor one given to be spoken with any frequency around him given that Tetradore could wrestle him into a shower barely once a week, 'shower night' dreaded by most of the Ark if only because the panther often demanded the assistance of most of the staff in trying to forcibly drag the howling Tobias into the bathroom to subject him to such an event. It was, perhaps, the one night a week in which the pair were given to argue. Tobias often content to ignore Tetradore for the rest of evening if only to assure his feelings on the matter were clear. Samantha's attempt to describe it met with a sudden, sharp snort and irritable huff, eyes narrowed darkly upon her.

"I do....not like....water."

Bubbles, however, are clearly not water, at least, not to his child-like mind as he allows a veritable eruption of them from within his hands, his previously shadowed features shifting into sheer delight at his own trick. He is volatile, if nothing else, his moods given to shift and change as subtly as the tide of the ocean itself, the man often inclined to child-like playfulness, if not innocence- before a simple event renders him violent beyond all means. It is fortunate, perhaps, that his cunning mind is inclined to like the fairy woman before him. Her scent intermingled with Tetradore's own is pleasing to him. His companions belongings something to be protected, guarded, the boy assured Tetra would punish him were he to harm to the girl and as such he has simply become tolerable of her. Her apparent amazement at his trick sees those dark eyes fixate upon her once more, lashings of equally dark hair tumbling into his gaze as he does, the boy desperately in need of a haircut and yet few were brave enough to attempt to approach him with anything he perceived to be a weapon. His head tilts in a manner almost dog-like, seeming to puzzle over her words a moment, duplicate a new word and yet how much of it he understands remains to be seen.

"I am....probably......the most powerful."

He nods, as if assuring both himself and Samantha of the truth of the fractured sentence, Tobias evidently assured of his position. Tetra would surely disagree and yet without his companion present the deviant is content to be cunning enough to tell Samantha otherwise, the girl surely not nearly foolish enough to attempt to disagree with him. Her mention of both Raven and Aiden brings his focus to her again, features frowning as they often do whenever any words are offered to him, his mind struggling so desperately to perceive them.

"I am....the highest."

One hand lifts suddenly upward, held at the height of his own head before he moves it down several inches and then another several, holding it here momentarily, gaze held expectantly upon the fae as if she is expected to understand this gesture. That he has confused 'highly' with 'height' may well not be clear to the girl, the man attempting to assure her that he is the tallest of his companions, his hand moved to display Tetradore and finally Raven's height in comparison to himself, continuing to meet her gaze- searching for some hint of acknowledgement as she seems to grow only more flustered at his questions.

That his question is socially unacceptable has clearly never occurred to him, such things make little sense within his mind, the very notion of sexual attraction near non-existent to the boy at all. Even Tetradore had believed, for so many years, that the Leopard was an entirely asexual being. Nadya's pregnancy perhaps the single and only display of Tobias' ability to understand in any regard and yet exactly how he had gotten Micah and Isabella from such a thing still escapes him. His understanding, of any notion of relationships- is questionable at best. The bluntness of his question surely indicating as such. The heat that floods the woman's cheeks brings a hissing sound to his lips, the man's rather rasping attempt at a snicker, the boy near incapable of actual laughter- though why remains a mystery in itself.

"Does...Tetra.....say nice....things to you? We have to.....say nice things to girls....then they....like us. This is....what Tetra says."

The pair had, in their single days, even beneath Risque's watchful eyes, attempted to charm more then one woman, Tobias perhaps the most incapable of wing men, the boy having had more drinks thrown at him then any man in the bar and yet it had been a game of sorts. Tetradore seemingly determined to impart some level of wisdom to his companion, even despite Tobias' often misplaced attempts at compliments. Samantha moves to stand, Tobias holding little interest in watching her change, his attention readily taken by his toys once more as he scrambles from the bed and towards one of his many collections of beloved cows. His gangly limbs fold, the boy abruptly seating himself cross-legged upon the floor, long fingers grasping the nearest plastic animal.

"Yes. These...are mine.....Tetra....gives them......to me....sometimes Raven...and Naddy....gives me some too. Do not....touch them."

Each word is a struggle from his lips, the young man pausing to re-arrange one particular animal, gaze lifting upward to assure the girl would obey his command before she asks why his animals are arranged at all.

"They are....for....protecting."

His attention is no longer upon her at all, hand reaching out to grasp the nearest plastic horse, holding it up and towards the fae to take as he grins, watching the girl turn it about in her hands, before abruptly frowning once more.

"You are doing....it wrong. Like....this."

He stands now, height towering above her own as his gangly form steps forward, taking the white horse from her before suddenly pulling the head and neck from the body- a rather sharp knife blade becoming entirely apparent- one cleverly wedged in the body itself, concealed when the head and neck are in place, the body becoming a handle. The entire horse weaponised- as most of the farm animals surely are.

"They keep the....monsters away."

That he is not entirely sane is perhaps apparent as he grins at her all the same, clearly pleased with his work.

"Do you....want to.....see....Charles?"

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