He is unaware entirely of his new found companions ability, those invisible probes searching through the wreckage of his mind for any semblance of thought or sanity and indeed perhaps, at times, there is something salvageable there- in the rare moments in when the creature is given to be at peace it could be said indeed that the pictures with which he thinks are a steady and slow album of the snapshots of his existence. Tonight however, they are nothing but a flying film of disoriented madness, a mere slither of fractured images that hardly seem to fit, his own disorientation and panic at this attack of the monstrous and terrifying spotlights surely assisting in this carousel of madness Mattheus is given to witness. The stuttered words of the terrified vampire see the dark eyes of the leopard fall back against him, his question seeming to have taken the youth by surprise- else his mind simply struggles to perceive the nature of what he has been asked, the how, why and what of the world so very elusive to the corrupted feline, a life of varying degrees of contumely having resulted in the specimen that crouches beneath the table. At just over six foot in height, the lanky leopard is hardly given to fit, his restrictive enforced leather attire hardly assisting the situation as he continues to stare blankly at the vampire. Evidently the question is entirely to difficult, features contorting into a scowl once more.

"Do not ask...stupid....questions."

In truth the boy hates to be bested, hates to lose any sort of game, will concede defeat to Tetradore alone and no other, the reason perhaps for his high ranking position as Second within the pack, his domineering nature and astounding power generally seeing most others bow down in his wake or simply remain entirely out of his way- hardly daring to question him as Mattheus has done. The tremble in the other mans voice however, is readily seized upon, that tiny shade of weakness bleeding insecurity like an open wound that the predatory ca seizes upon with ready delight. It is simply his nature, one of his many powers, the ability to exploit and hunt the weak and as such he finds readily delight in this man, a vampire, the species responsible for his own misery- although fortunately he seems not to have made this connection, at least not yet. One hand moves abruptly to lift, pointing towards the back of the club.

"We have to....get to there...if you get touched by....the death light....you will die- I think."

His head tilts slightly to one side in a manner seeming near childlike, the young man so often seeming little more then five years old and yet such innocence is often the shield behind which he hides, the truth so much more darkly inclined- the boy far, far more cunning then he appears and far more dangerously manipulative then any give him credit for. He moves to shift, long limbs rocking forward onto the balls of his bare feet (he refuses utterly to wear shoes for fear they may eat his feet)- waiting for the light to pass by before lunging suddenly forward in a rather comical commando roll that sees him dodge three of the lights before leaping into the shadows at the side of the bar- grinning with delight now as he does, dark eyes returned now to his companion, waving him over.

"Hurry up!"

That the boy has far to much pent up energy is probably entirely clear in these moments, Risque's refusal to allow him outside for what has been days now having resulted perhaps, in far to much energy being expelled in...the wrong way. Any child however is sure to be destructive when bored. If Mattheus should be silly enough to attempt not to commando roll across the dance floor, Tobias will be entirely inclined to drag him over to the shadow corner, waiting for the man to avoid the lights in any way he should please before moving to grab his wrist, tugging him forward again and deeper into the back halls of Syn.

"Come on.....I will show you.....my room."

It is said with such childish glee and an adoring grin and yet the cunning that lingers beneath those dark eyes shines just as bright as he moves to tug at his new 'friend' once more, wild dark hair falling into his eyes as always, seeking to pull the man behind him and further from the crowds- separating his prey from the herd after all, is an entirely natural response. His room, is entirely as promised, the door pushed open to reveal nothing more then a bed that looks entirely as if it has never been slept in and a single wardrobe- the unfortunate room bare of anything else, Risque having chosen not to indulge either of her pets. Tobias releases his companions wrist in this moment, hurrying over to his wardrobe, disappearing within it for some moments before returning with an armful of paper and rather an assortment of crayons, his treasured possession stored within the back of the wooden décor- so far undiscovered by his vampire mistress as he proceed to dump what he holds upon the floor, abruptly sitting down as he does, folding one long limb beneath the other until he sits cross-legged on the floor, gesturing now for the surely and ridiculous terrified Mattheus to do the same.

"Here....you can have the....blue....crayon. We are going to...draw now."

That the boy is utterly out of his mind should surely be evident by now as he grins again towards the other man, pointing again with clear demand to the paper and crayon he has offered.

"We are drawing."

He simply repeats it, just in case Mattheus hadn't heard, busily selecting his own broken green crayon before beginning to draw what looks like a....rectangle with arms.

"What's.....your name?"

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