That the idea of looking and the reasons behind it have become totally lost upon the woman and only more confusing to the detached young man are surely clear in this moment as he does little more the blink in delayed response to her continued confusion. His actions are primal, purely animalistic, beyond his own ability to truly understand, the boy knowing only that he desires some reaction from the woman and that the one he was given to receive was not the one instinct demanded was correct. She is not given to her animalistic side as he is, to many years perhaps being convinced of it's wrongness whereas the lank boy had simply embraced it beyond all regard. She does not understand and he, in turn, does not understand why, his frustration beginning to rapidly build, biting and clawing at his infamously short temper as it is. He loathes his inability to understand, grows only frustrated at himself and his lack of ability to perceive and indeed, in typical male fashion- remains determined to blame it entirely upon Birdie herself, refusing to acknowledge his own lack of ability. He know he is...different, is sane enough to perceive his sense of detachment from society and yet he simply does not possess the tools nor ability to infiltrate societal norms- leaving the man frustrated, agitated and more often than not- angry. Angry at himself and the world around him for forcing it upon him, dark eyes glaring towards the woman before he at last seems to give up this idea entirely- snorting in disdain. Arms fold petulantly across his chest, defeated, at last, in his ideals and attempts to make the woman understand- her sudden wary nature perhaps seeing his own agitation ease slightly. After all, he has no desire to have the woman flee from him.

He finds his seat beside her readily enough, embracing a new form of closeness though one that betrays his wariness in this, his own momentary sense of hesitation lingering beneath his ready confidence, wary of her slapping ability though he presses her all the same, her demeanour calmer in his presence and indeed perhaps feeding the creature on slightly- his closeness, clearly, is not entirely unwanted, the woman allowing his presence and as such the young man is given an added boost perhaps, to his already rather sizeable ego. A result surely, of age and gender- along with his newfound freedom having further improved his mood and sudden desire to....attract women- or one woman in particular. As she turns to look towards his sudden pointing finger he moves to readily take advantage of her distraction, teeth biting into that creamy flesh of her exposed neck, teeth piercing the skin in a decidedly feline gesture of ownership/ One hand moves easily, that shock within her frame registered as he does, gripping her wrist and preventing her hand from lifting to strike at him while holding her in place all the same until he pulls his teeth away, moving back hurriedly all the same to prevent her suddenly striking him once more. The sudden bewildered look she offers sees the boys head tilt ever so slightly as she moved to suddenly and hurriedly back away, dark eyes lingering upon her still as she moves to clutch her neck, words mumbled toward him still.

He dislikes these sorts of questions, the girl once more demanding the 'why' of him as he scowls towards her, readily irritated a his tongue brushes across his lips, as if savouring that momentary taste of her as she continues to speak, her wide gaze and fear readily evident now as those dark chocolate eyes hold her own. That she does not understand his gesture only sees his gaze darken once more, the infuriating woman seeming to grate against him entirely, fingers biting into the wood of the table beside him and yet....he releases it, making some...effort it would seem, not to frighten the woman he spends so much time with, watching for her reactions carefully before he stands once more, reaching suddenly to grasp her wrist before proceeding to march towards the door- dragging to surely confused woman behind him and out into the rain.

"Stay."

This is the only command he sees fit to give before turning around and marching right back into the warehouse, door slamming behind him, leaving the unfortunate Birdie standing within the rain and coming storm as he tramps back upstairs, the fridge door pulled open as he proceeds to rummage, muttering to himself as he does before that lean, toned frame makes its way back down stairs again and towards the door, returning to the surely drenched woman, eyes finding her own beneath lashings of wild dark hair as he remains standing within the doorway before abruptly holding her an opened packet of....dates. Why he seems to feel the woman desires to stand in the rain and eat dates remains to be seen, the boy frowning when she does not instantly move to take the packet from him, a growl rising within his chest as he reaches to select a single date from the packet, one arm held into the rain he fears and hates so much, placing his hand against her own, pressing the date into her palm until she is forced to hold it.

"We are...out....outside and this....is....a date."

That this is not really an explanation, it would seem, her confusion seeing his frustration only mount before he seems to try a final time, pointing now to her neck.

"That....means...Birdie is...Tobi's. Mine. So other...cats...will know. We are...out and....it is...a date. We...are....dating, yes?"

That he is attempting to convey his desire for some form of relationship with the woman is perhaps clearer now, the boy having literally taken her outside for a literal date, evidently of the belief that this is how such things are done. Failing to have understood going out and dates are not...literal, moving now to hand the entire packet of fruit towards her.

"You can have...all....my dates."

A crooked grin of sorts moves to trace his lips in some effort to please her, rain beginning to drip now onto his arms and hands as he attempts to shelter in the doorway, offering the girl....a relationship...of sorts. He never was entirely socially capable.

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