He remains oblivious to the kitten behind him, continuing to hurriedly chew the meat he has so sneakily stolen, spotted jaws parting to allow each fang to cut and slice through his delectable prize. He becomes aware- to some extent, of the child somewhere nearby, picking up upon her scent as she wanders on to the rooftop and yet he offers little more then a growl of warning, the sound rumbling within the depths of his chest, a hiss of sorts spat towards her in disdain, tail lashing as he keeps his back to her. It is simply the law of nature perhaps- that assures he does not attack the child- at least, not immediately. Some part of himself recognises her youth, or at least, has been fooled by her appearance enough to believe she is little more then a kitten, the man naturally more....tolerable as animal instinct demands of what he believes is a cub of some kind and yet he is impatient still, spitting his warning towards her as he moves to finish his meal- oblivious to the way her magic weaves about his frame, seeking to infect each muscle and tendon. Her particular brand of magic is unfamiliar to him, the young man unable to recognise this touch against himself, having become used to Risque's mental invasion, his young mind so far having never experienced any form of physical hold as the one that seizes him now.

His entire form is suddenly ripped backwards, as if each limb has become attached to a chain the child herself holds, yanking him backwards, his momentary resistance resulting in those long, deadly claws slipping free of their sheaths to lock into the tiles of the roof, leaving long, deep grooves in their wake as his limbs slide still and a frustrated snarl spits free of his lips. His desire to return to his prize momentarily sees the young vampire ignored entirely, his mind unable to connect her with this current manipulation, believing it to be some sort of trickery on the part of Risque, seeking to dangle food before him only to rip it away as she has done before, the man attempting to claw his way back across the tiles, forcefully throwing himself against this invisible shield over and over. He is nothing if not persistent, his fractured mind unable to see sense in the way so many others do, content to oppose this force again and again and again, demanding she focus entirely to retain her hold lest he find even the barest weakness within it- until her words draw his attention. Golden eyes slide sideways, the sweetened, purring tone to her words seeing the animal bristle now as she moves to approach, his own form lowering slightly in a manner that seems almost submissive before lips part from fangs in a snarl, each muscle tightening and coiling- though he finds himself held still all the same as her fingers slip into the softness of his leopard pelt.

His is, fortunately perhaps, more inclined to allow touch within his animal form then his human skin and yet still he seeks to lean away from her, the smell of death lingering upon her as it does all her kind, the collared cat growling darkly once more before he is suddenly launched backward and released from her hold, limbs frantically seeking to find purchase upon the rooftop once more as control of his limbs returns to himself and moves to slink forward. The distance between the pair is retained still and yet he moves to circle her now, form rapidly begging to shift into something entirely predatory. It is vampires he blames for his imprisonment, vampires he blames for being kept from his pack and now one seeks to tease him, to use her....magic to keep him from his food though he cannot perceive how she has done it, is assured she will not 'grab' him again as those wild golden eyes rest upon her, seeming to prepare to lunge with violent intent when her words seem to permeate that animalistic mind, the leopard hold mid-stride as his muzzle lifts abruptly to the air, the vampires scent inhaled entirely now. It is merely a second later that sees the boys frame shift and contort, the leopard skin shifted into human form, the animal replaced with the tall, gangly young man, mop of wild hair falling into his gaze as he regards the child. He can smell Nadya upon her and this alone seems to have attained his attention.

"I am not....bad or naughty. I am....very good."

He seems determined to offer this retort, arguing with her......like a petulant child, arms folding with a huff across his chest now as he stands, having fortunately retained his leather pants, shirt and collar as he glares towards her, head tilting slightly now.

"Food is from....Naddy....yes?"

Her threat to tell his pack mate about his behaviour seems to hold more sway upon him then the threat of any further manipulation of his form, evident disdain reflected briefly within those fathomless dark eyes as his features contort into a frown, regarding her warily for a moment before he seems content to call her bluff, shoulders shrugging.

"Naddy will being me...food even if...I am bad....she is.....my...family and my...pack. She loves me...because she...has too."

So there. Dark chocolate eyes continue to rest on the girl, as if daring her to disagree with him, a slight step taken towards her once more, his own senses extended now, searching for any indication of her power...still attempting to understand how she had used it.

"Is...Naddy...coming here?"

There is something almost...hopefully within his voice, far more then a simple desire to be with his pack mate lingering within his masculine young form, a need for the woman seeming to lick and every vein within him, a lack of the woman having seem him become more frustrated and irritable of late, craving her presence and touch, a hunger he does not fully comprehend, something entirely animalistic. He moves to step forward again and again, steadily closing the distance between himself and the kitten once more, cautious and wary all the same, watching her intently now from beneath lashings of untamed ebony hair.

"You are....a kitten....where is your...Mother?"

What has prompted this question cannot be said, words as innocent as the look upon his face as he regards her now, curious it would seem though it cannot be said entirely why- the boy clearly not understanding entirely the lifespan of a vampire if it is he believes she has a Mother still.

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