He continues to snicker in childish delight at the game Tetradore seems to have taken upon himself to play, the lanky deviant content to assist him in this drenching exercise, finding no real need to ask how or why such a thing is given to occur. He simply does not question the actions of his Alpha, content to follow the man to hell and back, his loyalty perhaps the only truly redeemable facet of his otherwise questionable nature. From his earliest days he has simply lived for his companion, attached himself like a shadow to the other man though why such loyalty exists perhaps cannot be said, why he had travelled for near fifteen years in search of his boy-hood friend another unknown when so many would have simply given up- just as why he had come near willingly into Risque's own personal depravity simply to continue to be beside the man he protects. Dark eyes lift briefly towards the darkened halls the vampire woman has so often emerged from before, following his companions gaze momentarily, their thoughts perhaps aligned in this moment, expectant of Risque's appearance before the emergence of a number of her employees sees his own form tense slightly in anticipation of some form of attack. When they simply remain where they are however, his own head is given to tilt, eyes flicking to rest upon the red-haired Isolt, scowling slightly in some touch of confusion, unable to understand how she has halted them and yet, perhaps he simply does not care. For a moment he is simply given to bare his teeth in that direction, a further addition to whatever threat it is Isolt has made, his form shifting until he rests between there potential attackers and his companions. He has always been Tetradore's Second, it is his job to protect, to watch over and indeed it is the single role he has continued to uphold.

The command that leaves the other mans lips sees the deviant halted in his upending of the nearest bottle of vodka, a nod of sorts offered in response as the bottle is tossed aside, the alcohol wet and sticky beneath his bare feet as he manages to glare towards the ground in some touch of disdain, waiting for his chosen Leader and the red-haired vampire to move around and into the darkened halls- safe from the influence of his own powers as he simply begins to mutter to himself, fingers tapping against the bar as if he struggles to find a rhythm of sorts, searching for the beat of the club itself. He detests the flashing lights and the wailing music, struggles to latch onto the essence of a crowd so large, the man...unpractised at control of a power that feeds upon a lack of it entirely and yet perhaps it is his own insanity that so fuels this eruption, those waves of influence rapidly released from the scruffy haired creature lick a sonic boom, slamming into to each and every patron and beginning to bleed into the minds of all those around him. It is a delicate balance between a touch of confusion and a release of inhibitions to an inducement of madness followed by complete anarchy, the levels of his power a varying thing and yet in this moment he simply releases all of it, throwing it about in every direction, making little to no effort to limit it's affects as the bar descends into utter chaos. Several fights rapidly break out, another group of vampires becoming rapidly hysterical as another screams, more than one proceeding to leap over the bar and attempt to drink anything within reach as another patron begins to strip every article of his clothing in some effort at a strip tease amid the rapid confusion and madness that ensures, shouts and screams and yelps exploding from every direction as anarchy ensures- his power entirely...out of control in this moment. Someone shoved roughly into sees the deviants hold broken and yet it clearly hardly matters, the club entirely taken upon this new 'beat' within it. Madness- after all, is infections, panic is a disease and one that has rapidly spread as the leopard moves to plunge into the crowd once more, the first explosion of fire erupting against the club as the boy scampers after his companions.

He pauses only once in his escape, diving into the darkness of his own room to snatch the titanium chain Birdie had given him, hidden beneath the floorboards within his secret place of hiding, slipping the chain about his neck before rapidly snatching up what is evidently a backpack of sorts, tossing it over one shoulder before barrelling back out and into the club. He does not know the back rooms of Syn near so well as his companion and yet his ability to seek whom or what he desires assures the dark eyes creature moves quickly, snarling at any vampire daring to breech what he has deemed his personal space before he manages to stumble out and into the night. He moves readily to Tetradore's side once more, moving to rest beside him against the stack of crates as Syn is readily taken up by the flames. He hardly understands fire, how it has been created or feeds upon the alcohol they had poured and yet his dark eyes fixate upon it readily, widening in some sense of awe. The flickering, dancing flames are readily attractive to the young man, the feline within him drawn towards such things as he watches with clear delight, very near mesmerized in these moments- his companions near forgotten until the touch of fingers against his cheek seem to draw his fractured mind back, chocolate eyes fixating on Tetra once more as he offers another command. It is a rare moment of affection indeed, the two having so long ago developed a near-wordless communication between them and yet perhaps, tonight is a night for such things. If Tetradore had been robbed of a life, then perhaps, Tobias had be damned to a half-life without him, his entire childhood, adolescence and early adulthood spent in search of his single favoured companion. A lopsided grin of sorts manages to find his features, dark hair tangling with his gaze as it so often does.

"Yes...home."

He has wanted to go home since the day he had found Tet and Nadya once more, wherever that may be, perhaps it does not matter, perhaps he simply desires them to be the pack they should be, the pack nature intended.

"Happy....Birthday....I think maybe....it is your Birthday...so I got you...this. I borrowed from....Risky. "

The backpack he had snatched from the depths of the club is shoved towards the other man now as Tobias moves to do as commanded and seek there missing companion, offering no explanation as to when and how he had raided the safe within Syn, the backpack filled with neatly stacked bundles of cash, a few thousand to be sure, not enough perhaps, to build a life and yet it is...something...perhaps.

"I will....get Naddy."

He nods once more, a grin of sorts offered to Isolt before the crack and roll of bones ensures, the man replaced with the spotted cat that lopes rapidly away and into the darkness- the fire of Syn warm against his back.

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