Tobias' dark gaze intently watched the eighteen month old child upon the floor. The blundering, infantile movements of the boy seemed to fascinate the man in a fashion almost....predatory- or seemingly so. A look, perhaps, not helped by that combination of animalistic and human features Tobias was so often akin to wear. His human form, tonight, adorned with leopard ears, claws and a delightfully long leopard tail that rested on the bed beside him, flicking in a cat-like fashion of curiosity as Tobias watched over his son. Rhett's hands grasped at the coloured wooden blocks as the boy sat upon the rug, colliding them together, only to prompt shrill laughter from the child. The sound coaxed Tobias' ears forward, prompting them to prick atop his head, his gaze continuing to watch in a truly....unique fascination as Rhett picked up another block- only to send it tumbling again. The boy exploded in another orchestra of laughter. Whether or not Tobias found that laughter pleasing so remained to be seen. The Nightshade Beta, as always, appeared nothing short of stoic. His face expressionless beyond that animalistic curiosity. How or what Tobias thought of his son with Raven remained to be seen and yet those distinctly instinctive protective instincts were...potent. Tobias was wholly dedicated to guarding the boy whenever he was within his care. Raven so trusted him enough to watch over the child while she attended to business.

Rhett, however, seemed to possess an attention span akin to his sire's own. The toddler all but lost interest in those blocks as he began to crawl across the floor at rapid speed. Just where the boy was going so remained to be seen. Tobias, unlike most parents, simply inclined to follow as he rose from his bed to wander after his wayward offspring as Rhett crawled into the hall. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the infant made no move to crawl towards the stairs. Whether or not Tobias so recognised such a thing as dangerous to a child remained to be seen. The deviant content to simply watch as Rhett crawled into another room. One so currently occupied by the unfortunate Henry. The WerePanther, perhaps, having attempted to find some solitude within that previously empty bedroom. Its library and television offering a wealth of entertainment and yet Rhett- much like Tobias- seemed wholly content to merely ignore Henry's presence, or any want for privacy the blond might have had. Henry, after all, was a subordinate. He belonged to Tetra. Tobias' mind so viewing the other Were as...property- and pack. The deviant distinctly aware of the hierarchy of the Nightshade pack. Henry something of an oddity within it and yet one Tobias so rarely paid heed too if only because he did not need too.

Several garbled words of gibberish tumbled from the toddler's lips as he crawled forward, only to unceremoniously plonk himself at Henry's feet, Rhett reaching to grasp the blond's shoe-laces before attempting to place them directly in his mouth. Tobias, for his part, so merely content to watch- the man oblivious to any social norms that might have dictated he offer Henry any kind of greeting. Tobias' tail flicked behind him once more, his leopard ears, atop his very human head, flickered with the sounds of Rhett's contented chewing on Henry's shoelaces. Tobias, at last, allowing a frown to find his features as his gaze shifted to Henry's own.

"I...do not.....like shoes."

Those garbled, halting words so seemingly made little sense. At least, not until Tobias gestured to his own bare feet. The man had refused to wear shoes since he had been a child himself. Tobias' hand lifted then, gesturing to Henry's own shoed feet and the child that currently occupied them.

"Henry....has shoes. Rhett....likes shoes. That is...Rhett."

This declaration was met with a nod of affirmation as if this explained the entire situation before Tobias' head titled almost comically to the side.

"Will...Rhett die?"

His hand lifted to point once more at the shoelaces in the child's mouth. Tobias clearly anticipated that Henry would know whether or not chewing upon them might somehow kill the infant. Henry, surely, knew these things. Surely. Yes.