Perhaps there very existence, to some extent- is a rather fruitless endeavour in itself, one that may well have been changed if not for the events of a single night. Maybe, had Tetra not been taken away, had whatever the fractured boy known as a family been lost.....maybe he would have been something.....someone, rather then the bare shadow of a man that seemed to so desperately cling to whatever humanity he had left, struggling to exist within a world in which he had been so long apart from his companion and yet continuing to do so even at his side. Tetradore, perhaps, was a shield to some extent; one the younger man is entirely capable of hiding behind. He is hardly a coward, indeed, his volatile nature is more often responsible for his violent temper then any other and yet within the club, between the music and flashing lights that had unwillingly become his home he is so far out of his depth that his companion, his leader, has became a life raft of sorts- one to the extent the shaggy-haired boy becomes utterly distressed without, unwilling to allow Tetra to leave his sight. He is supposed to protect him, after all, it is the job of a Second to do such things, even if their pack consists of little more then each other, their little sister and a pile of barstools. It is...sad perhaps and yet the boy has nothing else and as such, by way of utterly unyielding loyalty to the Leader he had chosen as a child- he is simply content to follow the other man down to whatever wretched existence they have left.

It is by the very nature of such an existence that Tobias remains utterly confused as to the game they are playing. He is shockingly observant, those dark eyes missing so very little and indeed he has become aware that his companion rarely speaks to anyone, let alone engages with vampires, is so entirely oblivious to Tetra's attempts to offer him even the slightest reprieve from the chains of their imprisonment by having him focus upon a woman- a species that itself remains illusive to the boy. The giggle that erupts from her lips merely sees a blank look of confusion taint his youthful features, the sound an intriguing one all the same, head tilting off to one side like a puppy given to hear a curious sound as she moved to point at his own ears, her words earning a ready grin from the deviant.

"I think maybe....they are my....second favourite....part."

His tail he thinks, is probably his favourite of all his parts, seeming to delight in this game, if only momentarily before the woman moved to introduce herself, his mind working quickly to attempt to perceive her words, his ability to understand language an evidently lacking thing as his mind shifts and sorts her words, seizing upon only what he believes to be her name, Tetra's answer earning the other man little more then a frown from his compatriot, entirely unable to associate the word 'pleasure' with the sentence just spoken.

"Giann.....Gian......Genie."

His attempts at her name earn him little more then curious stares from the other patrons, his tongue utterly incapable of saying her name correctly, content to settle upon Genie- it would seem.

"Tobi."

One hand reaches forward in that moment to abruptly seize her own, shaking it from side to side in the manner a dog shakes a chew toy, oblivious to the fact his attempts at a handshake are somewhat....off, dropping the appendage mere moments later, assured he has completed this custom correctly, eyes briefly flicking to Tetradore once more at the laugh the other man offers, that sound so utterly foreign it is almost surprising, the young man making some attempt to mimic it, the result being a rather odd snicker of sorts as he retunes the now cleaned glass to the girl, pleased to see his efforts are appreciated as he continues to remain oblivious to the truth of the game they play. What Tetradore is trying to have him achieve remains utterly out of his reach, the other mans attempts to be pleasant, if not flirtatious, simply seeing Tobias attempt to mimic them. Genie's words see his attention fall upon her once more, those fathomless dark eyes held against the blue of her own at her statement, a playful edge seeming to find it's way into the creature as he proceed to abruptly lift himself up and onto the bar itself, moving to sit cross-legged atop the polished surface like an excitable child, that ever-wild hair falling about his face, assured Tetra will not command him to get down.

"Do you want to know....what we are?"

He grins now, white teeth flashed towards her in the gloom, the very picture of childish innocence as he rests before the girl he seems to have decided to like, a rare thing for the deviant.

"We are drrrragons! Grrrrr."

The rolling purr upon his r's may very will hint to the fact that he is not, in fact, a dragon (but some sort of cat) and yet so delighted is he within this game she surely does not have the heart to tell him otherwise as that gorgeous grin alights his features once more another snicker hissing between his teeth. The woman's offer to buy him a drink however, is met with an utterly blank stare once more. He loathes the taste of alcohol, refuses to drink it, Tet moving to assure her of much the same as he commands the bartender over. Why he can command some of those within Syn and not others remains a mystery to the boy, he is Alpha, all should be beneath his command and yet Risque alone is content to stand over him in a manner Tobias finds....irritating, this confusion generally given to illicit his frustration and often poor moods.

"Yes....on the...house."

He has no idea what this means, merely shadowing his leader once more, attempting something of a wink all the same, though it results in little more then what appears to be a facial twitch, dark chocolate eyes fixating on his newest toy for the night, head tilting slightly again.

"Tetra thinks you....are pretty and I....have to talk to the....pretty ones. Tetra says. I think....maybe that I have won because you did not....hit me and...I am more pretty then Tetra."

He gestures loosely to his companion, less the girl be unsure as to who Tetra is. The barest hint of a simper trace his lips in this moment, indicating perhaps for the first time he is far more aware then he pretends to be, a teasing edge within his words now.

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