He is, perhaps, rather pleased with himself in the moments that follow, oblivious entirely to the perhaps incorrect interpretation he has constructed, more so merely assured that his methods have been successful in ensuring he has achieved his desired outcome, mind already now assured of this process of dating even despite the hesitancy and insecurity that seems to continue to plague the woman before him. Her careful constructed words however, that seem to suggest she too has a choice in the matter seem to earn her a further scowl of disapproval, clearly unwilling to accept that she too must decide whether or not he is for keeping, brow furrowing in disdain, a snort of sorts released. He cannot identify this emotion, not entirely, unable to perceive the complexity of the unease her words cause. He understand what it is to be chosen, just as he understands what it is to be left behind, to be ignored- to be entirely unwanted and indeed some part of himself is reluctant to feel such a thing again, revolts against a memory that is distant, faint, fractured and yet the boy remains assured he dislikes it, unwilling to allow Birdie such a powers he regards her coolly beneath those wild lashings of hair. He lacks the words however, to truly express whatever it is that seems to conflict him so, unable to puzzle out the depths of such a phrase and as such seems to do little more than become increasingly frustrated for several moments at her proclamation, mood seemingly volatile once more before she suddenly reaches for his hand- that pressure applied to his knuckles seeming to sooth him. His mind is readily distracted by her touch, dark eyes held against her fingers before that subtle touch of pink he so finds fascinating touches her cheeks and she speaks once more, these words clearly far more accepted though he offers no words himself, preferring to speak only when such a thing became entirely unavoidable. Words- have never been his strong point.

Her fingers moving to trace the indents her teeth have left within his neck however seem to please the towering young man entirely, this visual symbol of ownership- primitive as it is, clearly seeming to delight the creature. Ownership, after all, is critical to any animal, particularly the male of the species in most regards. He is domineering, territorial and entirely assured that the woman before him is his personal property, marking her as such while also seemingly content to....bend perhaps, to her own more human social customs by way of this...dating, even if he has failed perhaps to correctly apply much of the concept, thoughts turned now to his own form of payment, continuing to block the door from the woman as that ghost of a simper lingers upon his features, devious gaze resting upon the woman. He likes control, likes being in command, likes having others do as they are told and as such is entirely assured the woman cannot come in until he receives the affection he desires, the sensation of a kiss a pleasing thing, a pleasure Nadya had taught him and one he has become determined to seek from his curly-haired companion, content at last in her presence- confident in accepting her touch- to an extent.

Her form pressed closer to his own sees that soft, spotted tail lift to encircle her, like an extra arm moved to pull her closer before dipping his head to her own and capturing her lips, surprise seeming to linger upon her features as she suddenly pulled away, lips brushing his cheek now, the boy moving automatically against the pressure applied to him- shifting backwards in response to her subtle pressures. Oblivious- to the game she now plays, distracted by her lips seeming to find a different place every time, a momentary purr caught within his throat as her fingers reach to caress his ears- this part of himself evidently...sensitive to her touch, the boy allowing himself to be pushed back and positioned as he never truly has before, absorbed entirely in this touch as his ears fold backward in pleasure. It is only the first drops of rain that seem to return his senses entirely, force to think entirely with his mind wants more and not any other....appendage as confused surprise seems to overtake his features, eyeing the woman warily, still attempting to understand this new predicament before the door is suddenly slammed closed and locked, leaving the bewildered boy upon the doorstep before his fear of the rain seems to insight action. Panic rapidly begins to overtake him, wild eyes fixated upon the door as his teeth suddenly seize the steel plating, the ripping, shredding sound of steel echoing throughout the warehouse as the boy quite simply rips a hole within the titanium plated security door- lunging rapidly inside mere moments later, frantically brushing the rain from himself before his sense extended for his 'date' once more.

She is easy to locate, this game of chase seeming to delight the boy, disdain for the rain rapidly forgotten within his desire to hunt Birdie, feet silent now, predatory in his every move as he whispers softly up the staircase and towards the pile of bedding he is assured she remains concealed within. A grin of sorts, shifting upon his handsome features as each muscle within him tenses- before he springs suddenly to land atop the hidden girl, frantically clawing at the blankets (claws retracted) before somehow managing to weasel himself beneath them entirely, merely his tail left out from beneath the covers.

"Ooooh, it is...a cave."

For a second or so he is seemingly impressed, dark eyes given to glance around the heated, dark space, before his attention returns to Birdie once more, leaning slightly over her now, lips readily seizing her own again by way of reward, another satisfied growl rising within his throat, biting more gently down upon the bottom pillow of her lip before brushing his lips against the side of her neck and over the marks he has already made, pausing slightly, curious to see perhaps how much of his...attention she is willing to allow, testing at her once more- seeing how far she may let him go before she pushes him away. After all, any creature needs to understand boundaries and he is determined to test his.

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