He is largely content in the company of the child. Maeve's presence seeming to both please and satisfy him all at once. A decided rarity. Few beings within all the world, after all, so seemed to bring Tobias any sort of satisfaction with their company and yet Maeve was a unique being all herself. She was a kitten, this he knew, this he was sure off and yet- she was not a kitten like Micah or Isabella. She was...older. Tobias, with his inability to perceive either time or age was largely incapable of understanding just what made Maeve different from his own children- aside from the notion he had not seen them in....years. The time was lost upon him perhaps not a terrible thing. After all, without time there was never any hurry. Tobias, by that simple notion, never hurried in any sense. The world simply came as it would and Maeve, with her soft, pleasant voice and easy actions was wholly welcomed within his small space of the world. What little remained of his fractured mind understood the Fae child. Her words, her actions, her mannerisms. They appealed to him as many adults did not. She used words her liked. Words he could understand. She lacked the pretense of other adults and by that notion he found himself at ease in her company. That very ease so displayed in that compliment he affords her efforts at a growl. Tobias, after all, so rarely afforded any being any sort of compliment. That thanks he was offered in turn only furthering that grin upon his lips.

Maeve settles beside him then, the gangly young man hardly concerned with her presence or so sharing his space with the young Fae. Both that human and indeed animalistic side of the man were content to allow her to join in his game, in as much as it could surely be joined in. Tobias continues to line up those farm animals in those strange lines and curious poses. His each and every action measured and considered. This task, whatever it was, of clear importance to him. His very declaration that this was a revolution seemed to prompt the return of that sentiment from Maeve, Tobias allowing his dark eyes to meet the violet hue off her own as he offered that firm and resolute nod that so prompted lashings of that equally dark hair to fall back into his gaze. That there was no leopard to lead that 'revolution' saw those youthful features frown in a clear consideration of that very fact before the child's furthered declaration that Leopards were, in fact, the best, seemed to see that shift. Tobias grinning broadly once more.

"Yes....the...most best. Maeve.....knows."

Those stuttered words so at last managed to find their way from his lips. Tobias so seeming to delight in them, garbled though they were. Maeve so clearly having near mastered that art of pleasing him. Such a thing hardly difficult in truth. At least when that more volatile side to his nature was quelled. The young man's dark gaze readily follows the young child then as she drops that backpack only to fish that wealth of papers from within, the Leopard picture that adorned the front readily seeming to ensnare his attention. Tobias entirely capable of perceiving those pictures and recognising his own animalistic form. Maeve turned that paper towards him then before insisting she had written an entire book about him and how amazing those leopards were- Tobias reaching to take that very book from her then. His fingers brushed smoothly over that front cover with its pictures, several quiet words muttered softly beneath his breath and entirely to himself before he opened that first page to eyes those neatly printed words Maeve had taken such time in writing out. Tobias making every effort to appear as if he was reading those words in the same fashion he had seen Raven and Tetradore read before.

"Maeve....wrote it all....by herself?"

He paused, glancing upward suddenly, waiting for that very confirmation that she had indeed written that report. The idea of homework and reports and research entirely lost upon the boy. Tobias having only just begun to attend school with Tetradore when their lives had been torn apart. His memories of that place fleeting and fragmented. The deviant so clearly impressed, all the same, that she had written so many words all on her own. Tobias eternally impressed with writing.

"Maeve is....very...clever to...do all...the writing. Tobi....cannot read."

Nor could he write, at least, not beyond his name or those sentences Tetradore wrote out for him to copy. Tobias hardly seeming concerned by that very notion all the same or the idea that he might yet be the one and only adult Maeve had ever met whom could neither read or write.

"What....does it...say?"

His gaze shifted back towards the young girl then in clear expectation that Maeve would read that 'story' to him. Tobias so evidently intrigued to hear this tale upon Leopards and their 'bestness'. At least until Maeve returned with that second flyer to hand it towards him, Tobias reaching out to take that offered paper and eye those pictures of rabbits and easter eggs. Tobias long since having learned to associate those very drawings with the chocolate he adored. The idea of easter one he was entirely familiar with even if Raven had banned Tetradore and himself for searching for those eggs after last year's event had ended in that wrestling match between both men. Maeve's query of his hunting abilities earning the girl a look of great seriousness.

"I am the...best at hunting."

This, indeed, was no exaggeration. His very affinity for 'finding' so ensuring that there simply was no one better at hunting. Tobias never wrong. Nothing capable of remaining hidden from the boy so long as he desired to find it. An easter egg hunt almost too easy for the Leopard and yet how very much he adored those games! That excitement surely cleary upon his features. Candy and jelly beans an added bonus as he readily nodded. The idea that he was the parental supervision clearly having hardly occurred to him as he moved to stand then, his hand reaching to take her own as those rules clearly demanded. Tobias content to lead the way through the Ark then, several staff members hurriedly dodging out of the Leopards way. Precious few so ever willing to question Tobias on where he was going or why. His excitement over that chocolate to be gained clearly enough to see him abandon his farm animal revolution for now. Tobias easily leading the pair out and onto that dock. The West, with all its...shady characters and rough reputation so hardly seemed to disturb the leopard in any sense. The West, after all, was beneath his control. Tobias fearing nothing and no one within that warehouse district. Maeve so beneath his protection.Tobias adjusting his course for the park and that promised hunt.

"We will...keep all the candy. Not tell....Tetra. If we tell....Tetra he will....take the candy away."

Yes. Not telling tetradore would result in more candy for them both.....

"I don't suffer from my insanity.
I enjoy every moment of it.