The dark eyes of the deviant rested firmly on that champagne glass within his companions hand, Tobias content to eye those bubbles that moved about in those tantalizing patterns. That singular finger lifted to trace along that glass before the boy proceeded to tap at it, as if that singular gesture might somehow encourage those bubbles to move again. Tetradore's hand lifting to bat him away momentarily prompted his gaze to lift from that glass and eye his companion once more, as if the deviant so strove to see just how serious his chosen Alpha was about that very command. Tobias allowed his own hand to lift again, his gaze still on Tetradore's own as his fingers extended back to the glass- only for his companion to move it away again. The leopard content to throw both arms up in exasperation, a gesture he had seemingly picked up upon while in italy for that royal wedding. Those European exaggerations seemingly delighting the boy to mimic and yet, for now, he made no effort to reach for that glass again. Tetradore the singular being within the existence off his very life whom that fractured young man seemed to hold enough respect for not to test those boundaries further with. Tobias capable of reading his companion quite unlike any other, that firm set of Tetradore's jaw surely indicating the panther was only a push away from growling at him entirely.

That muttering of sorts fell easily from the boys lips in the wake of his companions refusal to share that glass, let alone allow him his own. Tobias' arms folded across his chest with an irritable huff before his gaze glanced readily downward and towards those shining black shoes Tetradore has all but forced onto his feet,the deviant having protested that footwear for most of the drive over and yet his companion had insisted on their being properly dressed for that event. Tobias had allowed himself to be dressed in that suit and tie, a matching outfit to Tetradores own, if only because Tetra had demanded it off him. Why that very clothing was required he hardly knew, or truly cared, Tobias seemingly oblivious to the notion every other man in that room was dressed in that same attire. That high class, invitation only Motor Show, attracting a level of wealth neither man usually associated with. Tetradore's singular promise that the show would have cars however was all the boy truly required to be dragged to that very show and introduced over and over as Tetradore's Beta and business partner, the boy repeating those very phrases his companion had taught him even if he was inclined to do so in the wrong order. Several people having been greeted with little more than the boys name when they asked how he was. Still, the pair hardly mingled enough to truly allow anyone to contemplate the obscurity of the shaggy haired man and his equally shaggy haired, emerald eyed companion. Tobias glancing away from those shoes then.

"These clothes are....stupid."

Tobias was not particularly inclined to wear anything he deemed uncomfortable in any sense, those restrictive shirts and jackets only further disgruntling him and, he suspected, Tetradore in turn even if the man pretended otherwise. The sudden announcement that the show was about to begin however, readily seemed to draw the Leopard's attention. Exactly what the man with the microphone was talking about the boy hardly knew, nor truly cared, his interest in such talk readily beginning to lapse as his gaze wandered to those tables off food. Tobias stepping away from Tetradore only to reach for one of those trays of sushi- the boy eyeing it warily before lifting it to his nose to sniff at, the scent of raw fish appealing to that animalistic side and yet the deviant was near notorious for refusing any food he suspected might contain but any hint of vegetable matter.

"Tetra? Do I....like this?"

That Tetradore, surely, would know whether or not it was acceptable eating was clear. Tobias reaching for another of those sushi rolls to hold it out to his companion then just as that first of those cars was revealed. The sight of that armoured car readily saw the boys own dark eyes widen, his free hand reaching out for Tetra's arm to draw the mans attention away from his discovery of sushi to point towards it.

"Tetra, look!"

His fascination with the vehicle was readily clear, Tobias stepping forward toward that car as the host continued to talk, a security guard near instantly stepping in front of him with that clear intent of stopping the boy from touching that machine. An irritable huff of sorts readily left his lips and yet, for now, Tobias merely remained where he was. The boy often inclined to keep those less than agreeable personality traits restrained when in the company of his Alpha, his gaze glanced back to Tetra once more before that sushi roll was abruptly held toward the security guard in front of him.

"Do you....want to....trade? You can have......fish....cake if Tetra and....I can...touch car."

Trading, after all, was by far one of Tobias' favoured activities. The security guard hardly appeared thrilled with that offer before stepping away to prevent someone else getting too close. Tobias, ever the opportunist, readily taking that chance to slip around the other side of the armoured car- his hand waving eagerly for his companion to follow. That clear and utter delight present upon his features as his fingers brushed against the car, that sushi all but stuffed into his mouth in the same moment. Those dark eyes drawn upward to the gun situated at the top.

"It is....like from.....our games when you can.....kill everyone. Can we....have it?"

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