Her evident lack of care for riddles results in little more than a blank stare from the hanging creature, gaze narrowed slightly in some sense of contemplation. His ability to speak is near as fractured as his ability to perceive overly complex speech, sarcasm well and truly outside his mental range and as such he fails to perceive the meaning of the woman's words entirely, mind incapable of understanding the words that come from her lips- the young man seizing instead onto those few syllables that hold meaning and the tone with which they are offered. He perceives no threat in them, no foolish attempt to portray dominance before him and as such seems to come to another conclusion entirely, pointing abruptly to the woman now.

"Riddles."

He simply repeats the word back towards her, lips pulling into another grin at this moment, evidently pleased with himself for discovering what he believes to be the woman's name- else has decided to call her, hand withdrawn only long enough to fixate his attention upon the lingering man. His mood is given to shift so abruptly, features darkening as that leopard gold flares within the depths of his otherwise dark gaze, words clipped, short, leaving no room for argument as a growl of sorts hitches within his throat and sends the other man grumbling back into the crowd. For all his perceived insanity there are truly few bold enough to push Leopard entirely too far- unwilling to displease him or Tetradore himself perhaps, by aggravating the Alpha's favoured childhood companion. His demeanour however, seems to shift once more into something far more akin to curiosity, a favoured feline trait, as his dark gaze returns to the woman before him, eyes resting briefly upon the hand that tightens upon her bag as if she perhaps fears it may be pilfered from her grasp before she speaks. It would seem, once more, that most of her words are lost upon him, Tobias seizing upon only those he knows as he gaze flicks from the woman to the rings and back again, mind struggling to link together whatever it is she is attempting to say as a snort of frustration emits itself, lips parting to allow his tongue to brush over each pointed canine in some mimicked expression of thought. Mimicry, after all, is by far one of his favoured games.

"Riddles....wants to sell.....things in bag, yes?"

He waits, his own words a truly basic overview of what he had been told, seeming to have managed some basal understanding of her intentions now as he suddenly proceeds to unhinge his long limbs from the beam above, twisting near mid-air to land neatly atop his feet a reveal the truth of his height in that moment, the gangly, toned young man well over six foot as those lashings of dark hair tumble into his gaze in a shaggy, haphazard manner. He is truly in need of a haircut and yet his refusal to allow another being near him with scissors has resulted in the boy simply being left in peace until a force large enough to hold him down can be gathered. Once more the dark rimmed ears of black and gold twist atop his skull, what little of them can be seen admits those dark locks twitching with each sound as he pauses only long enough to scope up that thick. Fluffy tail that trails behind, clinging to it the way a child clings to a favoured toy with clawed hands. He waits for her assurance, waits for some acknowledgement he is correct in his understanding before abruptly pointing once more towards the bar and scattering of tables and chairs set up around it.

"Follow."

It is a single worded command, Tobias proceeding to pivot on bare feet and stride across the room now, a number of other Were's, male and female alike- hurrying out of his way as he moves, allowing a path for the witch to follow along before he seats himself at the nearest table.

"Sit...down!"

That she has taken far too long to take her seat is of clear irritation to the boy, despite the fact she had barely been given the chance to reach the table, the young man decidedly bossy when he chooses to be, irritation soothed almost the moment he is obeyed and she seats herself. Though it would seem he is still not ready to offer her his attention, eyes fixated upon the cutlery that rests upon the wooden table, gaze darkening noticeably once more as a hiss of sorts part his lips, disagreeable muttering following moments later as he moves to grasp the knife and fork placed before him, reaching for her own moments later before abruptly proceeding to hurl them across the room- much to the waitress' utter disdain as she hurries to retrieve them. Tobi! Please stop doing that, you just have to ask for them to be moved for heaven's sake! Her words, as always, are utterly ignored, arms folding across his chest like a belligerent child before his attention at last returns to Riddles.

"I am...not allowed to....have the....knife and fork because I....stab people and I...cannot be trusted to...control myself."

Well. At least he's honest. The man reiterating the words Tetradore had offered him as a child all those years ago, Tobias content to remove the temptation from himself before him Alpha can punish him for such things- after all, his companion is perhaps the single being capable of achieving respect from the half-wild Leopard. All others are simply....tolerated- one hand pointed to her bag again.

"Show me..."

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