It is the scent perhaps, that so seems to attract the volatile cat as he lingers within the door of the warehouse, seeming to taste the air for moment, the pungent scent of the makeup masking the woman's normal odour and as such seeming to displease to often irritable man. For a moment or so he simply continues to linger before his natural curiosity seems to see the dark-eyed man wander into the tangle of shadows that so dictate her warehouse home. Bare feet move silently upon the staircase as he wanders towards his chosen companion, watching the woman beneath lashings of dark hair before moving to step into the light. Dark eyes fall readily onto the table before her, flicking over the assortment of jars and containers, the smell alone seeing his features wrinkle slightly in disapproval though indeed he remains where he stands, seemingly unwilling to approach any further. He has never seen makeup before, fails to understand at all what the curly-haired woman is doing, continuing to eye the table with clear suspicion before shifting slightly closer, eyeing the products warily before she proceeds to rub one particular cream into her scared arm. That she may very well be attempting to mask her scars is entirely lost upon the creature, such marks never truly having bothered him, the boy indeed rarely given to notice them. He simply does not see them, does not notice them, his mind unable to truly perceive any conventional understanding of beauty and as such her perceived imperfections are invisible to him- even before her attempts at make-up.

"What is...Birdie doing?"

He shifts closer still, the woman sure to have noticed him by now, his reflection behind her clear within the mirror as he moves at last to stand at her side, reaching carefully forward to brush his fingers over a container of powdery blush before reaching eagerly for the lipstick that sits upon the far side. His free hand moves to scratch momentarily at the left side of his neck, fingers brushing over the discoloured skin, unusually pale, very near white against his naturally tanned tone- as if the colour itself has been bleached away, the scar still red around the edges, itchy, unable to heal from the acid used to create it and yet the boy seems hardly perturbed by this single blemish upon himself as he moves to eagerly open the lipstick- biting down upon it mere moments later as if it is a favoured candy. This is, he is sure, the exact purpose of lipstick despite Nadya's assurance it was not, the man assured the female panther is given to lie to him, mistrustful of her words and as such remains entirely content to consume this lipstick as he had Isolt's and Davante's in turn. He continues to linger behind the woman, continuing to snack upon the lipstick, his face once more a bloodied massacre of colour, head tilting and turning every now and then in response to one sound or another, tensing slightly at any sound given to be unusual the man having become....protective over his female companion, the incident with the car having seen him become even more so, unwilling to allow her from his sight for entirely too long, forever seeming to linger within her shadow- though how often she is aware of him remains to be seen.

The empty lipstick container is tossed haphazardly over his shoulder, hands reaching now for the woman's arms, fingers tracing the cream upon her forearm, leaving a trail upon her skin before his features contort into a frown once more, head tilting slightly before understanding seems to dawn upon his features at last.

"Birdie is....painting?"

This new revelation seems to delight the boy entirely, reaching now for the cream she had used mere moments ago, quite content to squeeze the vast majority of it into his hands, proceeding to rub it along both his arms with a delighted grin before reaching now for the container of blush and concealer. This item proves entirely more difficult for his mind to understand, fingers running through the powdery substance once more before a sneeze suddenly seems to overcome him, blush exploding into the air, showering them both entirely in the creamy coloured powder before he proceeds to toss it aside with much the same carelessness as he did the lip-stick. This new game, it would seem, delights him entirely, the young man oblivious to the true nature in which makeup is intended, entirely unaware it is surely meant for girls as several bottles of nail polish are eagerly grabbed, lids unscrewed, a metallic pink clutched within his hand as he suddenly points upward.

"Birdie- look!"

He waits, as always, for the woman to look upward before up ending a metallic, fluoro pink bottle of nail polish into hair with a delighted snicker, an equally neon blue already smeared threw his own before a container a container of dark bronzer somehow ends up over the both of them, his fingers dipped into a bottle of mascara before he proceeds to finger paint the majority of his face having successfully transformed himself into a rather colourful drag queen within the space of five minutes, Birdie having rapidly begun to resemble a rather cheap hooker as his fingers brush across her own face 'painting' a rather lovely mix of black and red- coloured war paint right across her face as he simply grins.

"Now is...time to go."

He merely reaches to snatch her hand, evidently oblivious to his own outrageous appearance along with that of the woman, clearly utterly unconcerned with social norms in regards to dress, dragging to the poor girl out onto the street beside them, a late night fisherman shouting in surprise before rapidly retreating at the sight of the pair as Tobias simply grins once more.

"Hunting...time now. Where....is the....fish?"

Well- at least no one will be looking at her scars. Only the Drag Queen and the Lady of The Night whom are about to proceed to rob a boat.

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