There were terribly few things within the vast expanse of the world that Tobias truly handled well. The word 'no' was one of those very obstacles on that infinitely long list that so tended to provoke those less than pleasant reactions from the deviant. Tobias willing to accept that singular syllable from Tetradore alone, and even then, the boy was often prone to argue that very point. The security guards firm attempt to dissuade him from approaching that vehicle met with that distinct glower, Tobias' lip curling slightly upward in irritation and yet, for once, the often volatile creature seemed near content to control his own temper. The Leopard instead proceeding to hold out that sushi roll he had so aptly named a 'fish cake' only moments before. The security guard, for his part, hardly seemed aware of that offered trade, the man affording Tetradore and Tobias that pointed look before hurrying to stop another investor from getting to close to that armed military vehicle. Tobias readily taking that chance to step past that velvet rope, his arm waving for Tetra to follow. This so hardly the first time the pair had snuck by a guard and trespassed into some roped off area. The emerald-eyed man quick to follow behind as Tobias led the way around that car, his hands reaching eagerly out to run across that cold steel side with clear awe. For all those fractured thoughts and scattered shards within his mind the boy held a distinct love for those cars, one as potent as Tetradore himself. That unusual grin of sorts finding his lips as he near stroked that steel side with decided want.

A want mirrored by Tetradore himself. Tobias hardly missing that nod his best friend afforded him. That notion of the stealth required readily seeing the boy scowl in some effort to align what remained of his thoughts into some sort of plan. Tobias entirely capable of being decidedly cunning when the mood should strike. The boy equally as capable of that outlandish violence in turn. Tobias nothing short of volatile in most situations. That very plan he offered through those stuttered vocals perhaps displaying the very unpredictability and ever-changing landscape of his mind all at once. Tobias eager to suggest they simply create a distraction of sorts before making use of the guns the guards wore at their sides and near blatantly performing a massacre of sorts. Such words, perhaps, calling into question whether or not the animalistic man was capable of either that empathy he so occasionally seemed to wield or any true sense of moral understanding at all. Tobias, it seemed, a near master pretender. The boy having learned to near effortlessly mimic those emotions that so often swirled and bubbled in those around him and yet whether or not he truly felt them himself, perhaps, remained to be seen. His near emotionless plan to simply kill half of those guests quickly shut down by his own companion. Tobias content to fold his arms over his chest with that irritable huff, his back leaning against the military machine as he did. Several words muttered beneath his breath as tetradore assured him that stealth was not optional. Those very words echoed from those games they adored to play together.

"It is....less easy...though."

Stealth, after all, was always far less easy than simply doing as they often did in those games and throwing themselves into that veritable baptism of fire and shooting in every direction. The pair having reached the top of several leaderboards with this very tactic and yet, it seemed, tetradore was unwilling to utilise the same strategy in later life. Tobias, perhaps thankfully, near programmed to yield to his companion in those veritable decisions. The deviant offering that simple, respectful nod a moment later before offering that improved plan. One that readily displayed the simple intelligence that existed within him all the same. Hiding in that car and waiting for the end of the show only to drive off with it by far a less....destructive method of acquisition. Tetradore's approval of that new plan seeming to please the shaggy-haired deviant in turn. His dark eyes shifted down to his companion once more, Tetra so suggesting they wait till the end of the show to see the rest of those cars. Tobias readily understanding the words 'Bugatti' and 'Lamborghini' that grin readily finding his features once more.

"Can we....take.....all of them?"

Tobias, it seemed, was of the opinion that they should steal both that armoured car and anything Lamborghini and Bugatti might decided to display. The boy, perhaps, having failed to consider the logistics of that very operation, his gaze resting on Tetradore all the same. Those further, stuttered words at last managing to tumble from his lips.

"Tetra can....drive one and....Tobi can...drive other......I am just as.....good as you."

Tetradore had, after all, been teaching him to drive of late. The boy having mastered most of those very basics of driving. In the least he was capable of going forward and turning the car with a rough amount of accuracy. Tetradore still having failed to allow him to go particularly fast, let alone on the street and yet Tobias held the capability all the same. The deviant so failing to see what was at all wrong with such a plan. Tobias assured his driving was just as good as his companions. The sudden sound of that announcer saw the Leopard glance upward and away from that car then, Tobias stepping out from behind it to shift closer to the rest of that crowd, his gaze lingering briefly on that armoured car once more before the next vehicle was unveiled. That small, two door, environmental car stirring that look of disdain to his features.

"That's...shit."
His voice, it seemed, was hardly as quiet as it should have been. Several people turning to glance toward Tetradore and himself. Tobias hardly seeming to care as the announcer cleared his throat and continued on. That tiny EnviroCar hardly capturing his attention, the boy turning back to that food table, his fingers brushing over several of those knives and forks. A single near surreptitious glance was given toward his companion, Tetradore, for now, seeming absorbed in that stage and the next car to be unveiled. Tobias taking that moment to snatch several of those knives and forks and stuff them inside his coat pocket before hurrying back to his companion in time to see that concept Lamborghini. His eyes widening once more as one hand lifted to point.

"That one....I like."

Several other people in the crowd were clearly equally impressed, those low murmurs echoing through the space as the announcer begun to go over those key points of the vehicle, Tobias gaze lingering on every line and edge of that car. At least until the sound of another man at Tetradore's side drew his attention. The stocky, balding fellow holding his hand out to Tetra first and Tobias a moment later. "Do you like what you see boys? Christian Cartwright. That's my car." Tobias merely stared at that offered hand for several moments as if unable to decide just what to do with it. Several of Tetradore's lessons stirring within his mind before he reached at last for that hand. Tobias shaking it abruptly side to side. Christian appearing momentarily baffled and yet he was hardly a man to be cowed as his hand was withdrawn and used to straighten his jacket. The rest of those words were little more than a blur of noise to the boy as Christian begun to go over those specs with Tetradore, the man doing little more than showing off and yet Tobias own affinity had already found what it searched for- those keys in the mans pants pocket. His gaze shifted from Christian to Tetra and back again for several moments, those fractured thoughts turning within his mind before his own words near abruptly fell from his lips.

"We would like to....buy you.....a drink."

It was a decidedly odd phrase from the deviant, at least, from anyone who knew him and yet Christian seemed eager to take up that offer, Tobias reaching to touch Tetradore's arm and draw his Alpha's attention back to himself.

"He has keys.....in his....pocket. Tetra needs to....keep him very......busy. I will....get keys. Then Tetra can...drive the....car."

Tobias was, when the moment counted, a decidedly cunning creature. The boy waiting for Christian to take that seat at the bar and Tetradore to take that seat beside him. Tobias positioning himself on Christian's other side before proceeding to begin to trace the patterns in the wood of the bar top- as if this was by far the most intriguing thing in the room. Such bizarre behaviour prompting Christian's attention for several moments before that mutter off 'what's wrong with him?' was offered to Tetradore, the businessman turning to face the emerald eyed panther alone. Tobias written off readily and yet this, it seemed, was exactly what the deviant had wanted. Tobias waiting only so long as it took Tetradore to engage that man in ordering drinks, his hand already sneaking across that bar table and towards the man's pocket.....

"So you're both businessman then, eh? What do you dabble in?"

Christian spun in near the same moment to face Tobias once more, the boy hurriedly snatching his hand back to rest it on his knee as if it had always been there. The Leopard content to meet the other man's stare near blankly. Christian scowling before turning back to Tetradore.

"You boys sure your in the right place? You both look like you could do with haircuts let alone cars! Ha!"

This one- thought he was funny. Tobias' eyes rolling behind the mans back. Tetradore alone capable of seeing that gesture. His hand once more sliding toward the fellows pocket in search of those Lamborghini keys....

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