That the other man may have been unappreciative of his free remodelling has clearly not occurred to the volatile feline and yet the man's lack of reaction, perhaps, at least continues to facilitate a state of relative calm between the pair, the leopard continuing to accept the others presence with an unusual display of good nature. The Nightshade Pack Beta, after all, is an often violent fellow, his mood swings extreme and touches of insanity in combination with his near excessive power assures he is hardly an being to be toyed with- the vast majority of the Were population readily yielding to his dominance. Davante, he is sure, will be no different and until he is somehow forced to recognise the other as at least an equal, the man is content to continue to assume Davante will do as he is commanded, as almost all those around him do and simply give in to his demands. It is far easier, after all, to humour Tobias, rather then deny him. It is merely fortunate perhaps, that the lanky, powerful leopard has decided to like the other man, evidently approving of him in some regard, allowing him the honour of having a leopard sprawled across his counter top as he moves to pull a weapon of sorts closer to himself, claws -extended and contracted over and over, enjoying the feel of such a thing beneath his paws. Perhaps he is part human and yet, within Tobias such lines between beast and man are dangerously thin, his ability to function within his human form near entirely non-existent, his lack of ability to speak compensated by his ability to read what is unspoken, eyes continuing to watch the other man, his body language, his tone- in an effort to understand. Davante's muttering is met with little more than a rumble of sorts, long, glorious golden form extended further across the counter top before proceeding to watch as his new found companion begins to busy himself.

He is a naturally curious fellow, child-like in so many ways, golden eyes rolling upwards to watch as rope and chain and ball after ball are tossed over the rafters, these suspended baubles readily understood to be a challenge or sorts, a game, the very type Risqué had so long denied him, anything even remotely fun utterly banned by the vampire woman and as such he delights readily in such a thing, rolling easily to his paws once more though he continues to wait- watching the other man move about the store. He is used to stores, having guarded Lucian's armoury for months before the man's disappearance, given his own bed within the rafters and rewarded with his daily meals, the boy having to use or need for money beyond that which his pack mates seem to desire he bring them. He had taken great delight in watching Lucian work, mind easily absorbed for hours on end by seemingly mundane tasks and as such it is with clear intrigue that he watches Davante, head tilting to the side as that long tail flicks, hanging loosely from the bench before his muscles coil in readiness. Those dark pupils readily dilate in anticipation of the hunt, the boys ability to track and find entirely unmatchable, his hunting instincts assured even when his prey is little more than an inanimate object. His launch upward is sudden, form lunging into the air to grasp the nearest ball and chain, claws frantically scraping at the steel ball, teeth biting down upon it, puncturing the steel with sheer force before he is left simply hanging from the rafters, refusing to relinquish his prize and yet unable to work out entirely how it hangs.

This rather comical situation however, is surprisingly shot lived, a sudden, high-pitched squeal seeing those wild eyes roll sideways and down towards a young woman, evidently a customer, standing open-mouthed in the doorway to the store at the sight of the giant cat. Teeth and claws release their grip on his 'toy' the cat hurriedly righting himself mid-air before landing silently upon the floor and slinking hurriedly into the shadows. He dislikes unknown women, is mistrustful, wary, gliding silently behind a number of assorted items as the young witch simply stares, her sweet, feminine voice released once more. Oh no, no, don't be afraid here kitty, kitty, I love cats- will it come back? The young woman looks deliberately to Davante now, evidently oblivious to the fact it is a Were and not a true Leopard, wrongly perhaps, having taken Davante to be its owner as she looks momentarily hopefully that the spotted cat will return. I'm looking for a type of artefact, it's a very old stone, a bloodstone, I was given this address, you don't happen to have one do you? Tobias simply continues to recline within the shadows, dark golden eyes focused upon the woman, seeming to....search her feminine figure a moment before suddenly coming forward, striding smoothly and silently back across the floor and towards Davante now. He is rather suddenly content to brush up against him, looping about the other man's legs like a common housecat, purring with satisfaction and affection as the woman seems to squeal all over again, oblivious to the game the cat plays as she crouches down- holding one hand out in an effort to call him over. Oh he's gorgeous, can I touch him? How did you ever get a pet like this? He's an Amur Leopard I think, did you know that? There's only about thirty of them left in the world. Seriously, where did you get it?

It is this moment the leopard merely takes to wander from Davante once more and towards his newest, adoring fan, allowing the woman to run her hands along his shoulders and sides, fingers buried in that luxuriant coat as he loops around her, pausing ever so briefly beside the handbag she placed upon the ground as she crouched to pet him, jaws parting to seize something from within before he brushes against her a final time- head kept deliberately away before he slinks into the shadows once more, golden eyes aglow within the gloom as the woman stands once more. I'm happy to make a deposit on that stone today and to pick it up on Monday next week I- oh, I must have left my purse at home, well- this is embarrassing. If you could just hold it for me, that would be great, I'll be back tomorrow with the money for you, maybe...we could even get a coffee or something? You take breaks right? Bye kitty. The young woman manages something surely akin to a wink in Davante's direction before hurrying out of the doorway, Tobias waiting several moments before padding back across the floor and towards Davante once more, proceeding to dump the exceptionally full purse containing a few hundred dollars at the man's feet- evidently having preceded to rob the woman- the creature unmistakably cunning. Perhaps he cannot use a can opener, yet he is far from useless- golden eyes lifting upward now, clearly awaiting praise. After all, he as increased Davante's profits for the day, the woman sure to return tomorrow with further money- and a coffee, the boy doing simply as he is trained to do- bring money.

And he clearly expects suitable praise.

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