Escape attempt forty three had ended up, remarkably, just like escape attempt forty two, not that the young man truly possessed the ability to count, more so, after unceremoniously being dragged back inside by his scruff, his shirt or his collar at the beginning of the night, the boy had resigned himself to the fact that this would be another night in which he is simply forbidden to leave. Even on those rare occasions upon which he might catch the barest glimmer of the freedom he had only so recently lost he is...unwilling to a certain extent, to go entirely to far, refusing to leave Tetradore behind and as such, without truly trying, the young man had become rather chained to the place in the metaphorical sense, his desire to leave lost out entirely against his loyalty to his Leader. His acceptance of his new home however, is still far from being achieved, the lights and music grating against his senses, the constant touch of other people against him only further seeing to edge the volatile creature that he is closer and closer towards the chaotic resolve that lingers beneath. He is not a domesticated animal, has not been raised in captivity as Tetradore essentially has, the boy the very definition of wild and as such his will and ability to accept his new situation have resulted in far more then on lesson hard learned. H detests the music above all, fractured mind dancing so closely upon the line that separates man and animal, each thrum and beat of the overly loud dance anthem seeming to further and further agitate him.

It is a small mercy, perhaps, that Tetra had seen fit to distract him tonight, though indeed the dark eyed deviant hardly understands this game they are playing, his companion seeming to take some sort of delight in sending him at woman after woman, the younger man at an utter loss as to what to do with them. He dislikes women at the best of times, dominant nature unwilling to tolerate their gentle femininity, his own instincts....confused to a certain extent as to what exactly it is he wants from them. He is an unsociable being at the best of times and yet remains willing enough to at least attempt to please the emerald eyed man whom he trails behind, despite their disastrous first efforts. For all his dark nature and disagreeable temperment, women on the other hand, seem far to willing to reach out to him, his loathing of being touched in his human skin very near seeing the boy murder the female that had attempted to dance on him. He does not understand them, cannot fathom what they want or what Tetra hopes to achieve with this game as he allows his dark gaze to follow his companions own, watching the vampire girl he has selected, predatory instincts readily engaged though he doubts he will be allowed to bring her any harm.

"Maybe."

He answers simply although indeed his ability to perceive what pretty even means remains....illusive enough. The answer is barely free of his lips before he is very near hauled towards their unsuspecting victim, the tall, toned young man dumped beside her as his pack mate moves to take up a position on her other side as he murmurs the same instructions as before. For a moment Tobias simply stares at the girl, wild dark chocolate eyes held against her own, watching her from beneath lashings of his tousled, haphazard and equally dark hair as it tumbles into his eyes.

"Hello Nicely."

He is merely doing what Tet had instructed him to do, quite literally so, seeming to attempt something akin to a smile that looks lop-sided, if not boyish in the dark as those long fingers tap against the wood of the bar, his lack of ability with anything female surely clear in these moments, eyes flicking briefly back to tetra in some effort to assure himself he is doing it right before his attention returns to the woman

"I like your.....ears."

That he seems to have simply chosen a random body part is evidently clear, his words stuttered, broken, each syllable a struggle as it surely becomes apparent the young man is not entirely....normal. His gin shifts suddenly now, features dropped back into a look entirely devoid of expression, the boy unable to recognize that shifting his features in such a manner was hardly passable as human, eyes flicking downward towards her drink as it rests before her, scowling suddenly before abruptly reaching to seize it, the glass held in his hand momentarily, held tilted sideways in a clearly animalistic gesture before he proceeds to lick one entire side of the glassware, holding it back toward her, oblivious to the fact drooling upon a girls glass is hardly.......commonplace.

"Now it is....clean.....they are supposed to be...clean."

Well. He tired. If anything it would seem he has finally learned how to actually clean the glasses. A more genuine smile touches his handsome features as he looks back to Tet once more, sure the other man must be pleased with his efforts this time, glass still held back towards the woman.

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