It is the plate of steak and potato that dictates his attention now, jaws parted to allow his tongue to run across the plate, gathering every last morsel from it in appreciation- the meal having been inhaled in near record time as Tetradore pauses to look over the bag of potions the Leopard has placed at his feet. For a moment the golden-eyed feline allows his gaze to fixate upon the bag as Tetradore too, examines it, before the panting witch clamours up and onto their private platform- jaws parting into that decidedly cattish grin s a purr of sort's rumbles within his throat. Black rimmed golden ears prick forward as the witch speaks, his name upon her lips seeming to ensnare his attention as that long tail flicks about and he lounges easily in his throne beside Tetradore's matching one. He does not fully comprehend the words as they are exchanged, listening instead for the tone in which they are delivered. He is more animal then man, truly, his grasp upon human functions truly limited and yet he has sat beside Tetradore since his earliest days, has become accustomed to the other man entirely, remains capable of understanding what his Alpha desires even without speech, attentive to each and every movement of the emerald eyed man- his demeanour seeming to shift and change with Tetradore's own, the previous playful creature seeming suddenly more stoic, gaze narrowing upon the witch as he mimics his companions attitude near entirely.

He understands to some extent that he is....different, that he is not as the others that exist around him- his mind incapable of functioning in much the same manner and yet there exists within him an understanding still that he remains outside them- mimicry his last attempt perhaps- to be like those around him to some extent, to fulfil whatever need to belong that exists within him. Tetradore alone perhaps the single being whom tolerates him so entirely, the boy a veritable shadow of his older companion. A role he has fulfilled since near infancy and as such there is no other he is near so skilled in understanding. Sorcha's words are met with a curious head tilt of sorts- though the Leopard remains silent save for the purring that continues to rumble within his throat, listening to whatever exchange might occur before he slides smoothly from his throne. That large, lanky frame glides in a manner only a cat can truly achieve, sliding smoothly around the chairs until he comes upon Tetradore other side, seeking the plate his companion has surely placed down beside the chair- determined to pilfer the scraps from it now- scowling slightly at what remains behind, a bone and some sort of green plant that does not hold the scent of food.

A hiss of discord rises briefly from the Leopard, one ear trained on his companion all the same, prepared to doge and swipe that may come his way as jaws grasp the bone- yet another of his powers employed now to utterly destroy the near concrete like structure of it- sickening crunches echoing about the upper deck as the Leopard proceeds to consume it all the same, eternally determined to feast upon whatever Tetradore should leave behind regardless of whether or not it is truly edible. The single stick of cheese covered vegetable however- perhaps a morsel the man had been saving, is met with little more then a glare from the golden-eyed beast- the boy refusing on all counts to consume anything labelled fruit or vegetable, the man near exclusively carnivorous- aside from the sugar Tetradore is content to feed him (much to the disdain of Nadya). The cheese however, is a more intriguing prospect, tongue reaching out to lick at it, attempting to sweep the cheese from it entirely- though one lick is more vigorous then the others, the vegetable very near inhaled by mistake as the boy simply begins to retch and hack as if the brocolini is a deadly poison. It takes several moments before it is coughed back out of his throat and onto the plate, strings of saliva running from it as the boy offers it a final disdainful look- as if the vegetable is wholly to blame before he shifts once more, returning to his human form- entirely minus his clothing. That the unfortunate Sorcha may not have desired such a sight is clearly outside his consideration, after all, nakedness within the Were community is exceedingly common and near wholly ignored as he stands abruptly now, dark gaze returned briefly to Tetradore.

"Your.....green....tree...attacked me."

Clearly such a thing is not his fault, the boy assured Tetra will understand as he moves to seat himself abruptly once more, hardly caring for the view the poor witch it surely treated too.

"We want......rent."

He is not nearly so oblivious, it would seem, dark eyes narrowed now upon the witch. That he both knows and understands the word 'rent' is surely surprising in itself.

"Riddles....sells things.....must give....Tobi and Tetra....rent, yes?"

His attention shifts briefly back to his compatriot- seeking some assurance that this is, indeed something they desire.

"We like....money and....cookies with the chocolate."

Cookies- it would seem, is the boys ideal form of rent- that this may not be a wholly feasible business plan remains to be seen.

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