He does not understand the words very nearly spat at him by the vampire kitten, dark eyes held against her own as she speaks, head tilted as his mind struggles to perceive the words she offers him as she speaks of packs. Perhaps, had he been of a sound mind he may well have argued with her, that as a vampire she knew nothing of packs as a Were surely does and yet he simply cannot comprehend this argument, understands only from her tone that she dislikes the word 'love' though he cannot entirely fathom why, indeed, it could be readily said the boy himself does not understand the word nor it's true implications. He simply repeats what he knows, repeats what Mother and Father had told him. Family loves each other. Always. They loved him just as they loved Aiden and Nadya and as such the boy simply uses this word in return, explaining his relationship to Nadya just as Mother and Father had to him, though what he truly understands of the word and it's many meanings is entirely debatable. The pause in her words seems to imply to the creature that he may be required to answer, seeming to believe the girl expects a response from him, frustration readily beginning to tease at his features, unable to understand the question at all much less gleam an answer from it, the inabilities of his mind agitating him in this moment, fingers balling into a fist as he seems to stutter a response once more- oblivious to the fact the girl had surely not even desired a response.

"I do not know....what disbanded is....pack always...sleeps together...when we...can."

It is the only thing he can manage in response as he moves to press closer to her still, his words true enough, the boy more often than not entirely honest, his pack mates often curling together in those rare and precious moments they are given to be together, fingers brushing almost reflexively against the leather at his neck once more in some failing effort to loosen it before the muscle of his chest suddenly spasms, the bare-foot boy halted in his advance, still seemingly confused as to where this momentary discomfort has come from, beautiful dark eyes narrowed beneath that wild, untamed hair as his gaze narrows warily upon the girl.

"Stop."

It is the only warning he will give, the words holding a touch of growl within them. He is a domineering creature, one whom has underestimated her power perhaps and yet it is not within his nature to yield to anyone whom cannot force it from him, respect given only to those whom force it. He remains in this place however as the girl speaks once more, her tone shifting to a mimic of Nadya's own, confusion crossing his features again as his mind grips upon this message, head nodding at last. When the sun is in the middle of the sky. Outskirts. This he understands. His focus upon this task however is only momentary, seeming to suddenly desire to know where the kittens mother is. Kittens, after all, always have mothers. He is sure. Her apparent lack of one sees those dark eyes narrow slightly, shoulders rolling it what may well have been a shrug of sorts.

"My Mother....died. Vampires....took her away. Naddy...says she is...dead."

He is talking of his adoptive Mother in this regard, the fate of his own birth-Mother hardly known, the boy too young to remember where and why he was left upon the outskirts of the pack by a girl hardly more than a child herself at the time of his birth. His words are simple, matter-of-fact, holding seemingly no emotion as he offers them- the by incapable of such things. Her mention of a creator seems to intrigue his curiosity further, shifting closer to her now once more, the idea of 'brain-splattering' seeming to delight him as he grins, a snicker forced between his lips as the small vampire kitten asks after a game. His interest is near instantly seized in this moment, the boy abruptly stepping forward again before suddenly and obediently....sitting at her feet, long legs suddenly folded beneath him as he sits rather politely- as if he has been taught to do such a thing in the presence of vampires, dark eyes looking up at her now- the very image of a perfectly trained pet. 'Game' evidently the magical word in this moment.

"I do love...games....what are we...playing?"

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