Eyes of golden amber merely turn to watch the unfortunate woman go before the slender feline weaves his way from the shadows, muscular, lithe form seated once more before Davante before depositing the stolen goods at his feet, spotted features lifted upward to eye the other man in clear expectation of praise or reward as that long tail moves to loop about his paws in a decidedly feline manner. That Davante may very well find such a thing displeasing has clearly not occurred to the volatile leopard, the boy doing simply as he has been trained to do, his first and most practiced power being that of a....location ability of sorts, the man readily finding objects, namely wallets, that possessive any measure of reasonable wealth. He is a cunning creature, evidently entirely content to contort the emotions of others, having allowed the young woman to fuss over him, allowing a purr to roll from his throat as she did- only further encouraging such a false sense of security in which to pilfer from her handbag before doing as cats so often do and choosing to ignore her entirely- returning only in her absence. Amber eyes continue to rest upon the warlock with evident expectation as the man returns from closing the blind and attempting to fix the battered door the grin he seems fit to offer the leopard seeming to sooth him further, this non-verbal indication of pleasure evidently delighting the spotted creature all the more before the warlock's words see the crack and snap of bone once more, the leopard replaced by the man once more, remaining seated still at Davante's feet before eagerly reaching for the lipstick. This is the third time he has been confronted with this particular item of make-up, fingers easily unscrewing the lid and rolling up the coloured stick before the dishevelled fellow proceeds to bite eagerly into it with clear glee.

"This....is for eating."

He pauses barely a moment, dark eyes lifted to Davante's own as if to see whether or not the other man may see fit to argue with him over such things before he continues to bite into his newest prize, oblivious to the mess he is making as he does so, the boy having developed quite a taste for this single piece before Davante continues to speak, the new ruined lipstick tossed over his shoulder as the other items are entirely ignored, head tilting slightly to one side in some effort to perceive the words offered to him.

"I do not...know this....Sushi."

That he has mistaken Sushi for a person is evidently clear, eyes narrowed slightly in some further attempt at knotting together the fractured pieces of his mind before the mention of meat seems to hold his attention more firmly. Long limbs readily fold out from beneath him once more, the tall young man abruptly lifting himself up right, rolling back onto his bare feet as he stands, one hand reaching up to run fingers through the tangled black mess that remains as ever wild as the boy himself. Dark eyes flicker back to the other man once more, those stuttered words readily finding his lips, each syllable an evident a struggle.

"We are....going outside?"

That this meat is surely located somewhere outside has seemingly managed to capture the feline's attention once more, eyes drifting back towards the door before lingering back upon the ball a chain that rests so tantalizingly above him although it's current lack of movement results in little more than a passing glance before his attention returns to the man, moving suddenly forward now to close the distance between himself and his newfound companion, reaching abruptly forward to seize Davante's right hand in his own, proceeding to shake it rather vigorously side to side in what the boy clearly believes is some form of acceptable social gesture- one he has learned to mimic although not entirely well.

"Tobi."

The hand he holds is released with much the same suddenness, the man evidently assured this moment of introduction is now over, pausing only long enough to pick up his shockingly long tail from the floor, Tobias so often choosing to keep this single part of himself even within his human form, his spotted tail by far his most favoured appendage despite the hazard it presents as he moves to cling to it now, clearly unwilling to allow it to drag across the floor as he moves to head towards the door, assured he is going to be taken out in the same manner in which Tetradore so often takes him walking in some final bid to rid the creature of his energy that otherwise sees him tearing up and down the hallway in the early hours of morning chasing moving shadows upon the walls. The promise of meat however, is a readily enticing one, the boy forever complaining of his hunger to any willing to tolerate it his constant yowling.

"I want the...meat now."

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