Maeve's very query on whether or not he liked her tail seemed to prompt that sudden and determined nod from the boy. Tobias, after all, took the notion of tails very seriously. His was nothing short of the most favoured part off his body after all. Tobias naturally assured that Maeve's tail, even if it was hardly as real as his own, was probably her most favorite part in turn. The leopard insisting that he liked it a great deal before his attention shifted to Raven in turn and the very weapon Alexis had chosen to wield. That blade appearing distinctly more real then those arrows he had been permitted to have. His very complaint over the matter prompting Raven to insist Alexis was allowed such things because she was not 'stab happy'. Tobias scowling readily at those words even if his mind very near seemed to enjoy the sound of them. Raven's promise that Alexis was not about to use those weapons to injure anyone saw his own dark gaze slide towards her as if attempting to deduce the very truth of that sentence. Tobias eyeing Pretty near incredulously a moment before she solemnly swore that she was not about to use the weapons either. That blade disappearing from her hands. Tobias' own dark eyes widening briefly before that reluctant mutter of sorts fell from him. The boy veritable admitting defeat. For now.

His dark eyes shifted to Henry then, the mans utter lack of shirt seeming to result in mixed reactions from that group. That nakedness, in any sense, was hardly unusual for that Were crowd and yet Maeve's sudden shriek seemed to coax that amusement from Tobias in turn. The lanky deviant snickering lightly before abruptly declaring he had surely seen better chests then Henry's own. Those words little more than a tease, his tongue so stuck outward in clear cheek. Tobias hardly anticipating Henry's sudden question on just who was better. The leopards head tilting sideways in clear contemplation before one hand lifted to point toward Tetradore and then himself.

"Tetra and....Tobi. I hear....girls in....kitchen when they talk....they say.. 'Hot damn, you could do your washing on Tetra's abs' and.....Cat Ears....talks about.....Tobi....and says...wants to...out her hands on...my chest...because it is...nice...and Birdie thinks I am.....pretty..."

That very glance sideways towards Raven readily saw the boy fall silent. The leopard affording her a near sheepish grin. The boy clearly repeating those words he had heard offered within the kitchen with no true ability to understand they were, perhaps, best not repeated to the pack at large and yet....Henry had asked. Tobias merely offering the man an answer as to why he believed Tet and himself had nicer chests. It was entirely fortunate, perhaps, that Tetradore's own lack of costume readily seemed to attract his attention then. Tobias reaching up to remove his feathered hat only to place it firmly upon his chosen Alpha's head with the ready insistence that Tetradore was, in fact, a Merry Man. His merry man to be exact. Maeve, in the least, appearing delighted with the prospect as Tetradore moved to adjust that hat more firmly on top off his head and Raven began to give out those tasks. That very notion that he might be rewarded for his efforts in preparing those lights was, it seemed, all the motivation the boy required. Tobias hurrying toward the first of those lamps to adjust the globes as Mira took Maeve by the hand. That mention of trick or treating capturing his attention.

"I want to.....trick and treat...too!"

Those words were all but shouted towards Mira with the demand he was not to be forgotten. His gaze drawing upward to watch as Raven lifted Alexis upwards to attend to those bats before returning to his own task of changing light bulbs. The boy dutifully making his way around the the ark until he was near Henry and Tetradore once more. His head tilting curiously at the very discussion the pair was having.

"WHO HAS....A SEX BOOK!?"

This, it seemed, was so required to be yelled at volume across the floor of the Ark, prompting several other staff to turn and look before attempting to stifle their chuckles. Tobias scowling at them readily before fitting more of those light globes into the lamps. The deviant nothing if not dutiful in his task.

"Birdie! When are we...going...to get...the candy?"

Patience, it seemed, was not his forte.

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