He remains wholly content to inhale his food, barely pausing to chew the contents of the plate, the power of his jaw given to work even within his human form, assuring that there exists no manner of foodstuff he cannot destroy with even his human teeth as he rapidly enjoys his prize- offering barely a growl in her direction. He is Second, in the absence of Tetradore any food is his by right so long as he should choose to take it and Pack or not he is used to being obeyed, to having others cater for his needs upon demand else respect his space. They fear him and perhaps rightly so, the fractured pieces of his mind leave room for little more than a shockingly volatile creature, childlike, perhaps, in his being and yet one infinitely dangerous when his mind is given to take a disliking to any facet of his environment. He is spoiled perhaps, for so few are ever willing to tell the man no, even Tetradore often content to give in to his whims if only they do not require the Alpha perform any actual work to allow them, the two existing in a near perfect harmony despite the shaggy haired boys often difficult temperament. Dark eyes slice readily back towards the slender girl as she moves, fathomless pools narrowed slightly in further warning of her actions as lashings of black hair tumble within his gaze and he returns to his meal. He is aware of her and yet remains unconcerned. Women are beneath him, they are weaker, useful only for food and the single other activity he has more recently discovered can be achieved and as such her assault is perhaps surprising as he rests within the doorway of the kitchen he is not permitted to enter.

The tone within her voice is...curious, the man incapable of the perception of sarcasm and as such she is offered little more then a blank stare, mind struggling to understand her tone before she lunges suddenly forward to slam an egg atop his head, yolk and liquid tangling within those thick black locks.....the hair Tetradore had worked so hard to clean only two nights before in their regular and consistent argument over the shower. For all his perceived innocence the creature is entirely more cunning then it would appear, her action resulting in yet another blank stare of sorts, head tilted slight in surprise before a hissing snicker seems to erupt from within him as if he has found the entire ordeal to be almost...funny. Despite his almost violent objection to his weekly showers he is aware, to some extent, of the purpose behind them- Nadya and Birdie content to remind him of his need to be clean, Tetradore determined to enforce it, his mind readily having learned to make this association as those dark eyes narrow slightly once more upon the delicate female sitting upon her stool yet again.

"Girl is going...to get in...trooooouble."

His voice is almost sing-songy, oblivious to the fact she might not well understand entirely what she has done by ruining his previously clean hair and the effort the entire pack may well now be forced to suffer because of it. After all. Tetradore is the one whom will be charged with fixing it, his Alpha's aversion to actual work well known, sending another snicker hissing between his teeth before fingers lift suddenly upward to run through his egg filled hair, scraping at some of the yolk within before returning those fingers to his lips- quite content to eat what he can of it, evidently oblivious to why such a thing may well be considered poor table manners. The sudden appearance of Tetradore however, sees a distinct shift within his personality, the previously dominant, abrasive man seeming to....settle more so and yet his delight at the other mans arrival is surely clear- even if he is greeted with a slap upside the head (one no doubt leaving the unfortunate panther with...messy fingers) as Tobias offers yelp of surprise before hurriedly scrambling from the doorway, lips muttering what may well have been 'bastard' beneath his breath and yet the words are wholly concealed within other illogical mutterings at his punishment. It is the mention of his being banned from the kitchen entirely however- that so seems to seize his attention, dark eyes widening slightly.

To be banned from the kitchen forever is clearly a displeasing suggestion to the creature, eyes flicking from the few remaining scraps upon his stolen plate, to his Alpha and back again, eyes narrowed in evident disdain as he is forced to relinquish to few pieces of bacon he had saved, along with a half chewed portion of toast, leaning forward to place them directly in front of the other man in an effort to appease him- Minn entirely ignored. He shifts readily forward now, no more then a single stride within the kitchen, eyes fixated upon his companion in a manner so vastly different to the way in which he interacts with all others, the respect in this moment clear as he pauses, waiting to be told to get out or command otherwise. When no command comes he simply moves another stride and another, each step halted, waiting, testing his Leaders patience until he is assured he is not going to be sent from the kitchen else back to his room, satisfied his peace offering of food that is rightly Tetradore's own is enough to appease the man as he comes to rest upon his other side.

"She....ruined my hair."

One finger lifts to point briefly at Minn in an accusing fashion, shooting the woman a darker look from beneath tousled black locks before Tetradore's request she make him further food is met with...resistance on the woman's part. For a moment the dark-eyed deviant simply stares, a wary look of sorts seeming to shift upon his features, eyes flicking from Tetra to Minn and back again. The other mans tone had been...pleasant and yet the command within it had been issued still, a command the girl had not obeyed, the deviant ever watchful of the body language of his favoured companion and while he remained relaxed...an order had still been given- one the woman seemed determined to refuse- Tobias content to react entirely as he had been trained to do. He slips easily from his own stool, striding past Tetra, eyes focused entirely upon the far end of the kitchen, no attention offered to the woman as he does- a ploy and little else as one foot kicks suddenly outwards to collide with her stool and send it out from beneath her, attempting to bring the woman crashing to the kitchen floor beneath him, arms folded readily across his chest as he stands over her in a position highly domineering- head tilted to one side once more, as if curious of her new position beneath him.

"Tetra....wants food. Make it."

Dark eyes rest entirely upon her own, that lack of emotion, of empathy, of soul perhaps entirely cleat now as his grip on sanity seems to waver and he allows the very first tendrils of his own more dangerous power to begin to ensnare her, tickling at her mind, twisting her thoughts, allowing her to feel barely a moment of confusion. He is entirely capable of ripping her mind apart piece by piece, lips pulled into a grin as he turns briefly back to his leader.

"Can i...play with her?"

If she will not make food- perhaps she can be a toy......surely Tetra does not want to have this girl for himself.

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