Tetradore's assurance that he had, in fact, desired what remained of the somewhat regurgitated broccoli is met with a look of curiosity from the shaggy haired deviant all the same, gaze flickering from his chosen Alpha to the plate and back again.

"Is....still good."

That Tetra may not desire to consume the saliva drenched vegetable had never truly occurred to the boy, they had shared meals before, numerous times, whatever prey they managed to bring down between them was hardly taken home and roasted before it was consumed by the feline pair and as such the Leopard boy fails to perceive the difference now as his own scowl lingers upon his features in some taint of agitated confusion before he seems to dismiss the matter entirely to return to his seat, listening now to the continued conversation between his Alpha and Riddles even despite his inability to truly understand the matters at work. It is fortunate perhaps, that some of the fights are beginning to start, his fathomless dark gaze fixated now upon the beginning action below with rapt attention, the scent of adrenaline and testosterone in the air a truly charming thing to the often overly energetic fellow as a satisfied purr of sorts rumbles within his throat as the fighters begin to organise themselves. It is only the mention of his now naked form and the look of stunned amusement upon the witches features that see his attention return to her, shoulders rolling in a shrug of sorts at the question her words seem to hold. Where his pants had gone he truly does not know, in tatters down below somewhere perhaps, the boy never truly having considered it. Indeed if Nadya did not continue to enforce upon him that pants were required it was doubtful as to whether the boy would ever wear them at all. Tetradore never seemed to care and as such Tobias is assured they are hardly a necessity, his mind incapable of perceiving how or why such a thing may be wholly inappropriate, the unfortunate Riddles attempting to look anywhere but as he proceeded to demand rent- dark eyes turned to Tetradore to assure himself he is correct in this.

The subtle nod of his partner seems to delight the deviant thoroughly, the younger fellow very near craving this approval from the older man and as such is evidently thoroughly satisfied with the result, gaze returning to rest upon Riddles now as they speak once more, the mention of cookies seeming to please him all the more, hands clapping together like a child at the witches agreement to provide such things.

"If...Riddles brings....best damn cookies then Tobi will....protect from others."

He nods his own assurance now, evidently willing to provide something of a service in exchange for his promised cookie. After all, there are truly few within the Ark, if not the city itself, willing to agitate the spotted fellow. Others so often fear what they do not understand and Tobias it would seem- is one truly difficult to understand, his powers and abilities in combination with his own aptitude for a fight assure a certain level of respect even despite his supposed insanity. His scattered mind making for a truly unpredictable opponent. Her demand for her bag back goes unanswered, Tobias assured that if Tetra desire to return it, he will, another entirely different matter seeming to have sized his mind as he abruptly stands once more to stroll away from the with and his chosen Alpha, disappearing back down the stairs and into the depths of the ship. He is gone for several moments now, returning at last (mercifully with pants back on) and rather a satisfied grin as he scampers back towards his companion with two bowels and what is clearly a dessert (surely stolen) from the kitchens below. His staff too having learned it is far easier to appease the boy then argue with him over matters that hardly require as such.

He returns easily to his seat a final time, passing one bowl of assorted cookies to Tetradore now, the other seated upon his own lap before the boy produces a rather large jar of thickened dessert cream, a rarely had and yet highly desirable treat the chefs went to all lengths to hide from the deviant (and surely Tetradore too) his own powers however, truly allow nothing to be hidden from him should he desire it and as such he has pilfered this treat tonight as a ready grin is flashed towards his companion now, the cream held proudly towards his Alpha.

"Tetra.....look what I...got!"

It takes barely a moment for the lid to be pried off the plastic jar, half the contents poured onto his dessert, the other half poured atop Tetradore's, their dessert cookies now drowning in sugary cream (really its diabetes in a bowl) the container tossed over his shoulder now before the boy simply proceeds to put most of his face in the bowl having neglected spoons as his tongue licks at the sides in utter delight before seeming to remember the witch once more. His head lifts abruptly, the vast majority of his face (and wild black locks) seeming to wear his dessert before he scowls at the woman now, head turned briefly back to Tetra.

"Why is....she still here? Go away now."

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