Her comment in regards to his eyes is met with an entirely blank look, the boy utterly unable to perceive the existence of a soul, let alone the meanings behind it, mind seeming unable to process such information, resulting in the look the woman is offered before he proceeds to turn his mind towards that which he does understand- readily captivated by the sight and scent of food, pulling her against him in his effort to retrieve it, failing utterly to understand the intimacy of such a thing, mind seeking only the treats she has hidden from him. He is naive perhaps, terribly so, in regards to the female of his own species, let alone that of any other. Instinct is indeed a powerful thing and yet he cannot fully understand what his own desires from him. He is aware, in some regards, as to what women are for and yet such an idea is entirely foreign to the feral young man, his disdain for touch often waring directly with his desire to be...nearer to the women around him, often resulting in little more then frustrated confusion. He likes her scent, he likes the smoothness of her skin beneath his hands and yet in these moments he is utterly absorbed with retrieving the tasty morsel she has hidden from him. So very driven by a different instinct, though for how long he will remain so naive cannot be said. Her sudden gasp and tense form is ignored, eyes merely drifting over her in response to the sudden freezing of her slender frame, unable to understand why her breathing has hitched in such a manner before dismissing it entirely, releasing her suddenly, his goal achieved.

Her decision to deny him a second reward however, sees his features fall once more, outstretched hand withdrawn back to himself hurriedly as she slaps at it, eyes flicking rapidly back to her own in discord as his lip lifts ever so slightly in what may have been a snarl of sorts, were he within his other form. Touch he is willing to permit from her, but striking him in any manner has clearly...surprised him if not sought to agitate the already volatile creature all over again. Her words are met with little more then a tilted head in response. He has done just as she asked, he is dressed, or at least- so he believes, the boy assured he id well within his rights to demand his treats of her....this trickery seeing his hands ball momentarily into fists before he thinks better of it, seeming to change tactics entirely as his features suddenly soften, entire form relaxing as he offers her a rather beautiful grin, attempting to appear entirely gentle- and shamelessly manipulate her emotions. She is a woman...weaker than males, of that he is sure and as such has learned to manipulate this softer, caring side, the boy looking utterly contrite in these moments as his hands tuck into his pockets, looking so endearing apologetic in an effort to spare Tetradore's annoyance with him, this threat alone seeming to have hit particularly hard.

"You won't tell...him...will you? What if I...say please? Can I have the food...then?"

It is nothing more than a shameless attempt to change her mind, attempting to look utterly innocent now as she strides forward once more, hooking her finger in the belt of his jeans to pull him suddenly closer as she moves to fit the belt around him, the young man twisting slightly in her grip, dark eyes watching her as she runs the 'collar' through the loops to cinch around his waist. Any feels he may have held in regards to the belt however are immediately forgotten as she attempts to force him into a vest, determinedly tugging at one arm after the other before proceeding to button up his shirt. It is, by far, the best the young man has ever looked and yet he seems only to find annoyance in it as he stands awkwardly looking down at himself, dark eyes narrowed like an unruly yearling colt given to be forced into a saddle and bridle for the first time.

"I look...stupid."

He never was one to mince words, taking an awkward step forward, unused to the touch of fabric against his chest and skin, one had reaching back to scratch at the itchy sensation it brings before the girl points now to the socks and shoes. These particular items he is aware of and yet he has little to no desire to wear them. Her promise of half the food however, at least forces him to consider what she requests, dark eyes sliding sideways, displeased to see her hand now covering her pocket as he mumbles to himself once more. He has not worn shoes in near 16 years and indeed his attempts are fumbling at best, seating himself abruptly on the floor as he struggles to pull one sock after the other on, the shoes forced on seconds later, though his ability to tie the laces is evidently lacking as he pulls himself to his feet once more. For a moment he simply stands, eyes turned downward at this new attire, seeming both confused and yet intrigued by his foot wear, attempting an awkward forward steps that sees his feet immediately tangle over the loose laces, a yelp of sorts forced from his lips before he crashes to the floor, taking an entire clothing rack with him as he does, little more then feet exposed beneath the pile as he manages an angry shout from within.

"I do not like....this game! Shoes are....stupid. When are...we going?"

Clearly his patience is reaching it's end.

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