It was a terribly rare thing for another to ask after Tobias' childhood. The vast majority of beings perhaps of the assumption the boy hardly possessed either the skill or ability to recall it with any real accuracy and yet those potent, early memories had managed to leave an near permanent imprint upon the Leopard boy. In one way or another. His ability to recall those early years was strikingly apt, on occasion and yet they were so ever rarely mentioned if only for his understanding of the grief it seemed to bring Tetradore in particular. Tobias, by his own understanding, so sworn to protect his best friend and brother. That very protection extending to those emotional needs in turn even if Tobias so often struggled to perceive emotion at the best of times. The boy so often mislabelling or misidentifying those more complex feelings. Perhaps though, it hardly mattered in the end. Tobias and Tetradore so having come to form their own language of sorts, one the gangly deviant readily seemed to understand before any other. Conversations of their past falling firmly into that category of discussion that was so rarely if ever had and yet that question from Carolina prompted that sharing all the same. Tobias finding himself frustrated with his inability to find the exact word he desired and yet, wisely, Carolina merely waited for him to utter it. Tobias at last satisfied with what he had managed to convey to the other Leopard as she softly offered those condolences. Those very words prompting a tilt of Tobias' head once more.

"Why....sorry? Carolina....did not.....kill."

That those very condolences were not, in turn, an admission of guilt for the very act one was sorry for so hardly seemed to occur to the boy. Tobias affording his companion a near curious look before insisting it was so hardly her fault. That he knew. Carolina, in one motion, absolved any such crime. Tobias instead content to return to his line of questioning. The young man demanding to know who amongst that pack was her favourite. Such a question nothing short of pointed and leading. One designed to ensnare her without the proper answer. The entire pack sure to hear, after all, just whom she chose. The young woman's answer was nothing short of diplomatic and carefully crafted. That insistence that Raven, perhaps, was the most helpful amongst them all could hardly be denied. Tobias once more left to consider these words before offering that very agreement. His affection for his wife and mate perhaps further inclining him toward just that amiability for her response.

Once more, as always, and satisfied with her response, Tobias sought to change that topic again. This time to those beings she (or more like he) did not like. Vampires, it seemed, the veritable top of his list. The lanky pack Beta so inquiring as to her feelings upon them, her insistence that she did not dislike them if only for the fact she had never truly interacted with many was, it seemed, a terribly unsatisfying answer. Tobias so suddenly appearing to become distinctly more agitated as one hand abruptly slammed down atop the bar. That sound ringing out and across it. No vampires. Of that he was certain. Carolina could not and would not be a part of their pack and their lives if she chose to keep the company of such creatures in any fashion. Tobias distinctly determined to weed out any such hidden agendas. The boy vehemently and violently opposed to those creatures in a fashion that, of late, had become only more intense. Carolina, perhaps wisely once more, was decidedly quick to back away from that conversation and seek to placate him with her agreement there would be no vampires. Tobias so allowed his features to soften at that very promise. The young woman asking why he felt that way to begin with.

"Vampires.....bring.....not good. Not ever. Never....allowed here. Never."

That, it seemed, was all the explanation she was to be afforded. Tobias adamant that those vampires remained unwelcome in the ark, in the pack or in even his immediate presence. That outrage, in the very least, so hardly seemed to cling to his tall, toned figure terribly long. The young man brushing aside such concerns in a fashion truly bizarre- as if they had never occured at all- as he sat more upright atop that bar once more. Carolina so afforded a final test. One that would decide whether or not he chose to relinquish that bar he had known since the beginning that she desired. The boy merely content to keep it from her because he could. Because, somewhere within those darker confines of his mind he so ...enjoyed doing as such, even if those playful indications lingered. That demand for a drink seemed to give the young leopard woman further pause. Carolina so clearly considering those choices presented before her as Tobias' own dark eyes lingered potently upon her figure. Her sudden command to 'hold that thought' so saw the return of curiosity to his features, Tobias suddenly seeming to clap at thin air, his hands held firmly together.

"I am....holding it."

That he believed he had both captured and held 'the thought' was surely clear. The young man appearing distinctly proud of it as Carolina busied herself with the task of bringing him his drink. Tobias inclined to watch with a keen eye as she hid something behind her back. That glass of milk he was presented with only a moment later momentarily capturing his gaze. Tobias inclined to stare silently at it for several moments- before that grin found his lips. That 'thought' he had been holding was abruptly released. Tobias reached for that glass instead as he slid from the bar top as was part of their agreement.

"This....I like."

His head nodded as if to affirm that very thing. Carolina's 'offering' so clear accepted. That bar relinquished to her control as Tobias had agreed and much to the utter relief of the rest of those bar staff. The deviant, satisfied with his prize, content to leave the staff in peace. The boy content to turn toward Carolina with that grin in place.

"Goodnight."