He is, perhaps, an entirely spoiled creature- utterly used to having his desires met whenever he should demand them, his wild mood swings and often poor temperament assuring those around him would much rather oblige his needs then risk any sort of tantrum on his part, his nature so often warning others away. Instinct, after all, is a powerful thing, so many of those around him given to be wary of him, to appease him rather then agitate him. After all, there are few whom can boast such power as Tobias, even if he is hardly ever given to display his talents, his reputation alone among the Were kind assuring he hardly needs to display his dominance. It is merely a given, something accepted and as such he is used to having the attention of those around him, used to be given what he wants, when he wants it- Tetradore alone bold enough to tell him no despite Nadya's continued attempts herself to regain some control over the utterly untamed creature. For a moment those eyes of Leopard gold roll back to look upon the other man, giant paws extended towards him still, golden and black spotted head resting upon his feet as he waits to be given the attention he demands, the warlock, perhaps, an evident cat owner, understanding indeed that it is far better to succumb to such demands rather then risk the fall out of a refusal. Golden eyes continue to watch him warily for a moment or so as he kneels beside him before his fingers move to graze the paw pads Tobias has so generously offered, a deep and rumbling purr drawn from within his board chest, claws extended readily from their sheaths in the clear pleasure such a gesture brings, those sensitive paws relishing in this form of devotion as his whole frame very near seems to extend in delight, his purring continuing to roll within his throat. Davante's offered compliments cause little more then a twitch of the ear, the boys ability to perceive language a truly limited thing, along with any ability to read or right, the leopard lost almost entirely within the animal world, existing perhaps upon the very cusp of humanity itself.

The mans final words in regards to his shop however, seem to force some return of sense into the animals mind, golden eyes rolling towards the shop in question as the other man continues to pat his paws, tail lashing in slightly displeasure that this gesture had been at all paused without his consent when the sudden flicker of movement seems to ensnare his attention once more, his crinkly ball launched into the air and into yet another box that sees all enjoyment of this petting abruptly ended- the desire to hunt and capture his prey yet again seemingly taken over entirely as he rolls abruptly to his feet. He launches several feet through the air near instantly, crashing down into the newest box, this impact seeing packing peanuts explode into the air like falling snow, much of the box given to explode in much the same manner as giant paws frantically search for his new favoured toy. It is only when he finds it once more that he shifts yet again, fur falling away, leaving only his ears, tail and claws as those now chocolate eyes narrow back upon the other man, crinkly ball held lovingly to his chest.

"Stop...touching it."

Fractured and garbled as his words may be they are surely entirely clear now, the feline having taken possession of the ball and thus no longer desires that it be thrown until he decides otherwise, moving now to tuck it within the pocket of his jeans and safe from Davante's overwhelming need to throw it. His attention however, is tragically short lived as he remains seated upon his pile of destruction, packing peanuts still raining from the sky as those dark eyes fixate upon the store itself, one clawed hand lifting to point towards it now.

"I want to....go into....shop."

For whatever reason the lanky young male has decided he now desires to see the inside of the shop, abruptly standing and stepping out of the collapsed box he had previously assaulted, wandering towards the heavy steel door that so seemed to characterize shop fronts within the area, one hand reaching for the handle, frowning slightly when it doesn't open, oblivious to the fact the other man is surely yet to actually open. For a moment however, the shaggy haired demon seems content to puzzle this problem, staring intently towards the door as if will power alone will somehow see his demand met. One clawed hand reaches out, taping almost experimentally at the solid steel before the crack and snap of bone sees him return to his animal form once more, the powerful leopard preceding to seize the nearest door hinge within his jaws as another of his rather unique powers engages. There is not creature, Were or otherwise that has teeth quite like Tobias, those fangs puncturing straight through the steel before the leopard pulls back, tearing open the bottom of the door in the same manner one opens a tin of sardines, leaving a rather gaping hole at the base of the door- the perfect size for the leopard himself as he proceeds to slither through in the manner only a cat truly can, pausing to eye the interior of the store with clear curiosity. He hardly understands the nature of Davante's business or what the man actually sells and yet it would seem he hardly cares, leaping up and onto the front counter before proceeding to stretch across it with clear satisfaction. Davante surely did not want his front door anyway and really, Tobias is quite sure he likes this new position. One paw lifting slightly to bat at a wooden statue of some sorts resting upon the counter, content to attempt to pull it towards himself now.

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