It is the scent of food that so allures the creature from the darkness of the confines of his bedroom, the gangly, towering young man detangling himself from his companion and the hammock they share to slip into the hallway, dark eyes roving towards Tetradores bedroom. It his Alpha whom normally prepares his meals, the deviant long ago having been banned from the kitchen, the multitude of weapons it provides a sensual delight the Leopard-boy is incapable of resisting- fractured mind far to intrigued by such objects for the good of those he commands, so many of his own staff in fear of the boy and the volatility of his nature. Yet the time is....wrong. Incapable though he is of understanding a clock, the boy knows entirely that such an hour is far to earlier for Tetradore to be making their breakfast, the mans bedroom door still firmly closed and yet the scent of food intrigues his mind still, sending the boy downstairs, bare feet padding against the steel and wood in a manner almost unholy in its silence as he moves towards the kitchen.

Fathomless dark eyes rest upon the slight, slender woman whom resides upon the stool at the counter, her scent...unfamiliar to him and yet he is used to such things, has come to accept the multitude of unfamiliar animals whom grace his Ark and as such he hardly cares for the woman, eyes fixated instead upon the food piled before her, food in which Tetradore is rarely given to prepare for him- the effort of such things far beyond the Panther's morning patience. For a moment the young man simply observes the girl, dark eyes peering beneath his ever wild locks of dark hair that tumble so messily into his gaze in a fashion near as untamed as the boy himself. He remains silently within the doorway, paused upon the very rim of the kitchen itself, well aware that he is not permitted within the confines of the heated space and yet his desire for the meal that lingers outside his reach is evidently clear, features contorted into a scowl at the predicament before him, that ever cunning mind given to flicker and roll, head tilted to the side in a manner reminiscent of a curious puppy.

"I....want to have....that."

Fractured, broken words manage at last to find a way from his lips, each syllable a struggle as he makes himself known to the little woman seated upon the stool, one hand lifting to point at the piled plate before her, tall frame remaining within the doorway still as he waits expectantly to be obeyed. He is used to having his way, especially within the Ark, staff rushing to cater to his every need- his abilities within the ring and rank within his own pack assuring there are precious few ever willing to dare anger the unstable Leopard by denying him anything he should seek to have- the girls meal his current desire and one he expects to be fulfilled. When the woman does not immediately seek to offer him the plate he has demanded however, his features only continue to darken, the girl having taken far to long to obey the command she has been given, a mutter of sorts falling from the boys lips as he suddenly moves to lean forward. At just over six foot in height his reach is a truly impressive thing, the woman having seated herself just near enough to the door to allow the boy to reach the edge of her plate, fingers hooked beneath it, dragging it right from before her and to the very edge of the counter where it remains easily within his reach from the door- a hissing snicker given to fall from his lips as he proceeds to rifle through the pile before him in search of the tastiest parts of her meal. After all- he is above her, superior to her, second only in status to Tetradore and as such the panthers absence assures the Leopard that such parts of the meal, the bacon- along with any other meat, are his by right, long fingers plucking such morsels from the pile before hurriedly consuming them, the man hardly pausing to chew as he very near proceeds to inhale the breakfast he has stolen.

His rapid consumption is paused only by his need to search for further bacon, his own powers readily engaged in this manner to better facilitate such a search, the boy instantly capable of finding the most succulent of pieces. Fathomless dark eyes lift briefly towards the woman, a growl of sorts rumbling within his throat in clear warning that any effort to take her food back before he is finished will not be taken lightly, lips pulled briefly back from his teeth in a decidedly animalistic fashion, exposing the sizeable canines he is capable of shifting into place even upon his human form before returning to his meal.

"Your....hair is nice...."

His speech is sudden, rapid, undoubtedly bizarre and over almost as soon as it has begun, an unusual....compliment, or seemingly so, dark eyes lifting to stare at the woman for several moments, lingering intently upon her features- before returning to the food and thinly veiled aggression once more.

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