Those ever wild eyes move to linger upon his female companion for the night, continuing to seek some assurance she has understood this ever growing list of dislikes he seems entirely content to voice. The confusion that lingers upon her features is, thankfully, short lived before she seems to dismiss the matter entirely, soothing the creature into complacency once more before the presentation of the meal he has evidently ordered seems to distract his attention entirely. Despite the weeks and months he has now spent living beside the harbor he has never before seen a lobster, let alone an oyster and as such his fragile mind is entirely incapable of perceiving either of these ocean delicacies. Eyes lift once more to his foxish companion, willing to allow her to remove the food from his plate, an action he is often unwilling to tolerate and yet, with Alexis alone he is seemingly amicable to this, having come to understand the woman poses no threat to himself, more so- she is a curious subordinate he is willing to tolerate, watching as she moves to lift the perceived bug towards herself before returning it to his plate, his own form shifting slightly away from a creature he is entirely assured should be crushed with a shoe in the manner he has seen so many other bugs taken care of.

"Not bug?"

Dark eyes narrow in momentary suspicion at her vocalisation, the young man evidently unwilling to accept her proclamation, capable only of seeing what lies before him and of that, he is sure, is a bug. His attention however, wavers readily towards the oysters now, smacking one heavily and repeatedly against the table- much to the amusement of several other patrons, one of which seems content to whisper to her friend about the questionable nature of WereOtters, evidently convinced the boy is some sort of shell smashing creature by design. Long fingers twist over the object within his hands once more, bringing it down again upon the solid wooden surface- to no avail, eyes narrowing darkly once more at the rocks continued ability to defy him before he brings it readily to his teeth. It is the very nature of his ability that provides for a jaw strength so beyond the normal, no object upon this earth capable of withstanding the power of his teeth, Tobias about to bite down when a hand suddenly moves to grasp his wrist. Dark chocolate eyes flicker to his Pretty once more, following her pointed finger towards another couple whom seem to be successfully consuming the same meal.

For a moment or so the boy simply continues, intently watching the exchange between the people around him, eyes flicking briefly to his own plate before back towards the couple again, mind attempting to seize upon what is clearly being demonstrated before his attention returns to his knife and fork- and a look of frustrated concern seems to afflict his features.

"I am...not allowed...to....touch those."

His head simply shakes, lashings of dark hair tumbling into his gaze. Even without the presence of his Alpha he is seemingly unwilling to disobey his unseen companion, having been banned from the use of such 'tools' for his delight in using them as weaponry on far too many occasions, one hand reaching forward to push both the cutlery and plate towards his female companion now.

"You...do it."

That he is still seemingly determined to eat his meal is evidently clear, desiring instead that Pretty suffer the ordeal of attempting to find the hidden meat that lies within, reaching readily for the chicken she offers him instead, biting in to the tender flesh with clear glee as he looks expectantly towards her once more- before suddenly seeming to question her.

"Does...Pretty...have...a mate?"