The notion of nice things to be said is perhaps a pleasant line of conversation for the pair, the dark eyes of the WereLeopard resting upon the fairy now as he looks towards her quizzically, seeking to assure himself that Aiden surely followed the same protocol as the man had attempted to instil in him within their days within the bar of Risqué. Tetradore, had, after all, been determined to teach Tobias just how a woman should be spoken to. The pair of them having flirted (with various degrees of success) with a number of the bars patrons over their time there, Tobias more often than not jeopardizing most of their chances and yet Tetradore had generally tended to find amusement in it. Such lessons, however, had clearly not been forgotten by Tobias. The boy very rarely given to forget anything Tetra is ever given to say or teach to him and as such, it seems, he is determined to assure Tetra has not forgotten either. His head tilts ever so slightly at Samantha's assurance that Tetradore is very kind, features frowning, such a word rarely often afforded to his companion and indeed perhaps it is for this reason the shaggy-haired deviant hardly recognises it. The Fae's question in regards to Raven however sees a grin work its way to his features once more, head nodded enthusiastically, as if seeking the woman's praise.

"Yes....always I....am nice to.....Birdie. She is....mine."

That it is perhaps not correct to refer to another person as his belonging remains to be seen, Tobias content to define near all is relationships by whether or not such people were his personal belongings. Near every member of the pack falling well within this category, the boy assured that Raven, Nadya, the twins and Tetradore belonged to himself in one way or another. The conversation moves then towards his other belongings, namely the toys that decorate the floor around them, Tobias rapidly taking up such a mantle as he gestures rather proudly towards them. He has always had his toys, collected over so many years, the boy treasuring each individual farm animal and piece of plastic with evident affection and yet his merely delight in them is hardly the whole purpose behind them, Tobias assured entirely of their need for protection. Most of the staff and the rest of his pack having given up entirely attempting to convince the boy he hardly needed his animal guardians. Samantha's question one that has surely been asked of him many times before, those fathomless dark eyes falling back upon her.

"Protecting.....Tetra. Vampires might.....come back for us......have to keep them....away."

That Tetradore may not have ever mentioned Risqué had failed to occur to the boy, his features contorting into a scowl all the same at what fractured memories exist within his mind before he moves to place the horse within her hand as if she is entirely accepted to understand it's use. When Samantha fails to be sufficiently impressed with his toy the boy simply moves to correct her, pulling the head away from it to reveal the blade beneath. Each and every animal surely equipped with much the same as he grins in utter delight. That Samantha was perhaps....less than impressed remained to be seen, Tobias halted in his action to retrieve his beloved Charles by the woman's- words. She raises one finger, Tobias near obediently halting before the woman reaches into her own hair for a bobby pin, leaning towards him. Both eyes widen suddenly, his frame readily growing tense. He...dislikes to be touched, nervousness rapidly beginning to afflict his form. Touch, after all, has so rarely afforded him any pleasure. His lips lift ever so suddenly, his teeth having shifted, replaced with Leopard canines now, his fingernails contorted into rather sizeable claws. The threat surely clear. It is...perhaps her connection to Tetradore alone that prevents him striking the girl and yet he watches her the same way a wild animal watches a human it has seen for the first time, his volatile nature surely clear as she attempts to quiet him. She moves, swiftly, to pin back his hair- leaning away before the boy can protest, Tobias momentarily staring blankly towards her before he scowls.

"I look....like a girl."

The words are very near muttered as Tobias moves to storm away, disappearing for several moments before he returns, Charles nestled within his arms, the stuffed toy white dog, ratty from wear and love- its pink bow stained with all manner of things- held suddenly out towards Samantha.

"This is....Charles....Tetra....give him to....me. He is...my favourite."

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