His lips continue to brush along her neck, responding entirely as instinct demands he should, the woman reacting in an encouraging manner, her gaze flicking closed as her head simply tilts, facilitating his advance all the more as a rumbling growl of sorts finds place within his throat. It is an animalistic sound, primal, basal, his previous interactions with Nadya assuring him such a thing is correct. His mind is not as others, the creature given to learn only through that which he does, that which he experiences, capable only of understanding that which he has learned before and as such he is assured of his actions now, Birdie responding as Nadya had, allowing his lips to trail lower and teeth to graze her collarbone, the desire to bite down upon her neck seeing this pressure increased ever so slightly though for now he refrains- this decidedly cat-like behaviour reserved for later stages of such an activity as a satisfied purr coils within his chest. His contentment however, is short lived, the woman suddenly pressing against his chest, pushing him away as she moves to sit up, head tilted in confusion at her words. He does not understand her hesitation, cannot understand the emotional tangle that exists within her mind. She is different to Nadya, that she is not willing to share a thing so intimate has not occurred within his mind, how can it?

His experience is limited entirely to one woman, one whom seemed willing to meet his needs each and every time he persisted and as such Birdie's refusal confuses him, frustrates him, his lack of such a thing of late having resulted perhaps in a slightly more irritable creature through lack of physical release. He does not understand perhaps, that such a thing should be built entirely upon trust, not the magical influence of another, that the woman before him seeks a different commitment of sorts, that she is entirely unwilling to allow him so very close and perhaps, to an extent, a certain part of him may well be the same. He does not like searching hands or caressing fingers upon so many parts of himself, having allowed Nadya such a thing because she is connected to him, a part of him, someone whom has walked beside him since his childhood days and in conjunction with her powers has resulted in a willingness to accept her touch in turn- that he may well have not accepted such a thing from Birdie herself remains to be seen, his inability to perceive this social situation beyond the most physical level surely clear as dark eyes merely rest upon her- unable to understand this situation entirely.

Her hand suddenly reaching for his own sees those fathomless dark eyes flicker downward, the muscles within this appendage releasing as her fingers stroke against her own, relaxing within her grip, much of his frustration seeming redirected now into this momentary calm in which his mind fixates only upon this slight pleasure once more, her free hand reaching for those leopard ears that sit atop his skull, this touch alone earning the woman a satisfied purr, his ears perhaps a single location to which he is....weak, her fingers upon his ears very near seeing the creature melt in satisfaction before the chocolate of his gaze moves to meet her own, her words seeing his head tilt slightly once more- yet hardly to far as to prevent her fingers from massaging his ear tips.

"Because....we....are...not mates?"

It is the very reason Nadya had given him, the woman assuring him such things were not allowed between those not mates and yet his mind still has not overcome this hurdle, unable to understand why he had been allowed so many times before, only to be refused so suddenly, mind desperately seeking this understanding as he looks upon Birdie once more, frustration clear within his frame now.

"If I give you....more dates....we can....play then?"

He is desperate to understand, leaning slightly away from the woman now yet remaining beneath the blankets still. He desires her company, is content in her presence, assured he is correct in seeking to 'date' her, despite his own inability to understand such a thing, having done so merely in an effort to appease her, already assured of his claim upon her all the same as he moves to settle himself at her side, un-touching as she so seems to prefer despite their new 'dating' status, doing simply as he has learned to do each night she sleeps beside him.

"We will go....out...tomorrow. For more dating."

He nods with assurance, seemingly satisfied with his own plan in this.

"I am...good at...dating."

Well- his self-confidence clearly remains intact.