This, he thinks, is why he finds such ready disdain in women. They are disobedient creatures, so very different from men, so much harder to understand, the boy oblivious to how his proximity may be considered inappropriate by the woman, much less his touch. He understands pack and mates, understands the ownership of a woman and yet, to his mind the girl has no such thing, thus his touch is not entirely forbidden. She has no male, no owner and as such he is seemingly content to touch just as he desires, eyes widening slightly in surprise at her sudden grip on his hand before he moves to jerk it back, muttering beneath his breath as he does, oblivious to the discomfort he has caused her and the wandering eyes of the vampire whom so seems to enjoy this obscure interaction. Her promise of food however, at least sees his nature remain amicable, to a certain extent, mind readily intrigued by this offering as he retreats into the confines of his makeshift home in search of the only clothing he has, pulling on the jeans to wander back towards the vampire, barely having reached the man before the wolf proceeds to slap him. For a moment the young man merely stares, eyes flicking from one to the other, seemingly attempting to piece together this exchange as he frowns, unsure as to why the vampire had been slapped at all, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks with disdain towards the girl again, unwilling to have her chase off the man before Tobias has questioned him. Despite himself however, he manages something of a snicker, understanding seeming to dawn on his face in that moment before he speaks, chuckling as he does.




"Bitch-slapped."




This is clearly highly amusing to him for some moments before he pulls the crumpled photo from his pocket, handing it to the older man as he offers a retort in response to his own earlier comment in regards to the loud note to his voice hurting Tobi's ears, the boy content to ignore such things, far more interested in searching the others face for any sign he may recognise the boy in the photo. He cares little for other species and yet understands to some extent that vampires are wanderers, they do not have pack, rarely they have mate and as such they travel further than others, his cunning mind seeking to exploit upon this one's experience, though it would seem he is to be disappointed in some regard, head tilting slightly at the other explanation. That he did not know Tetra, but had seen another, a panther, is entirely enough, fingers reaching to take back the photograph, folding it carefully and placing it within his pocket as the vampire moves away. The parting words of the other man result in little more then a scowl from the boy as he mentions the fish he desires to fry, head tilting slightly as he calls after him.




"Do not eat...the fish!"




Clearly the vampire had learned nothing, the Were offering little more then a snort of sorts before returning the gaze of those dark eyes to the girl before him as she offers her own assistance, eyes growing wary once more as he seems to regard her and the offer she makes. He is distrustful of others and rightly so, so many years spent with only himself to reply on making him entirely unwilling to offer his trust within the hands of a stranger and yet- her promise of food is an alluring thing.




"Do not...need your help."




He mutters the words as he brushes past her, heading towards the rear of the warehouse once more, dark eyes seeming to glow within the depths in much the same way as any felines do before he pivots once more.




"Girl! Show me...the food!"




That she has not followed him is clearly her first mistake, temper seeming to flare readily at her lack of obedience, oblivious to the fact he has hardly made his intentions obvious, pausing near the rear entrance to his makeshift home, waiting expectantly for the Wolf to lead him to the promised feast.

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