Tobias does seem to have rather a long list of things he dislikes, though I can't really blame him since I can't say there's a short list of things I can readily tolerate myself. Maybe it's just odd that he would voice them so freely when I was always taught to bottle up my true feelings and only show what others want to see, my fear and submission. It's what seems to drive the were race, predators in particular. Of course, it has two different outcomes. On one hand, it can soothe the savage beast, so to speak, and as Tobias has proven on multiple occasions, this show of weakness can placate him enough to make him stand down on tense matters. On the other hand though, it can turn deadly if a predator decides they want to act on their idle threats. I've run across those types too and I've had some close calls even since coming to Sacrosanct. It's really no safer here than it was in my pack. The only difference is, I've actually got back up this time. Well, sort of.

I have never seen the things that approach on his plate but I just don't think banging anything on a table is going to be the answer. Of course, before coming here, there were a lot of things I've never seen before, especially in the food area. I do know that his meal smells like the ocean and him being a cat and all, you would almost think he should have an instinct for eating these seafood delicacies. Maybe that's asking for too much, though, as he so aptly shows me. He allows me to take the shell from his plate , something I guess I should have been a little more hesitant about since he could very well have decided to attack me on such a notion. I've been attacked for far less and food is never a far fetched idea to be protective over. I guess I was just lost in the instinct to help him so much that this blinded me to the instinct of survival momentarily. Luckily for me, he allows the gesture as I look at it more closely before returning it to his plate. I'm not sure he believes me when I tell him it's not a bug. I shake my head slowly as I continue to contemplate just what it could be.

"No, not a bug. Something from the sea."

I shrug lightly, as if this answers all the questions when I know that it doesn't even begin to cover how he might go about eating it. The way his eyes narrow is assuredly enough to tell me that he's not convinced before he turns his attention to the other shelled items on his plate instead. I shrivel a bit in my chair as he starts smashing things against the table, both uncomfortable about the loud noise he is making and heavily nervous about the eyes that are now being cast in our direction because of it. My keen ears pick up easily on the conversations they're having, talking about otters and such. The idea is so ludicrous that I would laugh if it were possible in this moment. If only they could see what Tobias really turns into. They would think twice before calling him an otter, that's for sure. As he moves the shell toward his mouth, I can only wait for what's to come but that's when my eyes draw up and see a couple a few tables over eating what looks like the same thing and they're having much better luck with it. I reach out before I can think about it, grabbing his wrist before I point to the table without a word, wanting him to watch them and see if he can mimic what they're doing.

He does watch for a few moments, his gaze darting between them and his plate but when he connects the dots and looks at his utensils, his face contorts with distaste as he looks up at him and says that he's not allowed to use them. Not allowed? I tilt my head, brows cocking upward in confusion.

"Why not?"

Of course I know the answer's not important since he won't do it even if I tell him he can so I sigh softly and reach out once more for his plate, lifting the fork and knife a little more hesitantly because I'm not so used to such things, myself. I glance over toward the other table, studying their method once more before I can trust myself to even come near the lobstar tail. My tongue ends up sticking out the corner of my mouth a little as I concentrate on the task at hand, prying and poking at the tail before I finally figure out how to slide it between the scales. A moment of triumph finds me as I pull one scale off of the tail, showing a hunk of meat underneath. Figuring that he can tear through the rest, I smile and turn now to the oysters. I have to glance over at them once more before I try the same thing, this one taking a little more muscle but when I do get it open, I wrinkle up my nose, sniffing a the single muscle of flesh within. I glance up at Tobias.

"I think these have gone bad."

I mutter before I push the plate back to him, having successfully open everything that I can think of. Now the rest if up to him, if he wants to eat it. He takes the chicken I offer him, his features a lot more welcoming of this meat as he chews and swallows. I feel a rush of accomplishment that I could do this much for him since the feeling of uselessness is not a good one. When the sudden question leaves his lips however, my body stiffens, eyes widening as I lean back instinctively in my chair, as if the very mention of the word is voodoo. A shiver runs up my spine as I duck my head and shake it back and forth, shaky fingers coming up to twirl my hair beofre brushing the tendrils back behind my ears. My gaze is now on the table and my chicken fingers as I answer in a small voice.

"No."

I chew on my bottom lip, contemplating and deciding how brave I feel tonight before I slowly raise my gaze to his own.

"Do you?"

alexis wilde