For a moment at least the boy remains wholly satisfied with his actions, watching the unfortunate young woman tumble to the ground with a yelp of pain and surprise as a snicker hisses from his lips, hands clapping together in devilish delight- having failed, once more, to understand Tetradore's request for food had been just that, a request, not the demand Tobias had believed it had been, the boy merely doing as he believes he should and assuring such a demand was respected. Tetradore's lack of enthusiasm for his actions however is met with a sudden look of surprise, youthful features frowning slightly as his gaze flicks from the fallen, grumbling girl, to his leader and back again with clear confusion now. Why he cannot play with her he does not know, Tetradore's authority perhaps....tested in this moment as the boy seems to waver upon the command he has been issued. He had, only once, ever seen fit to defy the panther entirely- the marks of such a thing evident upon his neck to this day and it is the memory of this, it would seem, that sees the boy move at last towards the fallen stool, muttering all the same as he does in belligerent defiance. One hand reaches down to pick the chair up, dragging it behind him as he moves to abruptly hand it to Tetradore. The other man, had, after all, demand he fetch it and as such the boy had done entirely that, retrieving the object in as much the same manner as a dog before handing it to his proverbial master.

Minn's voice however, sees him turn once more, dark eyes narrowed upon her now, that strange, twisted mind having rapidly begun to associate the girl with unpleasantness and indeed his dislike of her is rapidly beginning to grow. Playful he might appear, at least, beneath Tetradore's watchful gaze and yet the panther had hardly laid any claim to this female nor commanded he leave her alone. Perhaps he will simply....wait until the girl is entirely alone, perhaps then he might 'play' with her as he so desires without the green-eyed man to command him otherwise. The words shouted towards him only seem to further irritate him, he so detests the raising of voices, mind rebelling against those shrill words as those black eyes seem to flare momentarily with leopard gold and a growl rises within his throat in response before confusion again seems to afflict his features at her words. He does not....understand them, not fully, frustration beginning to claw at him.

"Tetra....cannot cook.....he is very bad at it....but is....good at....toast."

Well- he isn't lying exactly, if anything the boy was often terrifically honest, oblivious to the feelings he may well tread upon, flashing his companion a pleased grin all the same at this mention of toast, a newfound favourite of the boy outside of anything made of meat or sugar. Any further conversation however, is abruptly halted by the woman stepping suddenly towards him. For all his inability to understand the spoken word he remains entirely capable of reading the body language of others, the boy far more prone to animal instinct then human rationale and indeed in this moment he perceives a single understanding- the woman's movement taken entirely as threat. He is a protective creature by nature, both of himself and of those he deems his own, Tetradore falling readily into this category along with all others they have claimed as 'theirs' within the Nightshade pack. This woman falling so unfortunately outside of that. It takes barely a moment to replace fingernails with claws, human teeth shifted in the same instance to be replaced with decidedly dangerous Leopard fangs- the boys own ability assuring there is no other, truly, capable of matching to devastating force of his jaws when he should seek to engage them, teeth bared in warning now to the girl. A warning that goes wholly unheeded.

Her shove against him does little more than see him forced back ever so slightly with the effort of her push, his body braced to an extent in anticipation of her assault and yet it would seem this is the final straw he is willing to take. This hiss that spits free of his lips echoes violently about the room, claws unsheathed from his fingers now, each muscle tightening in readiness, preparing himself, it would seem- to lunge at her within the next moment and yet he waits still....holding, if only just barely, dark eyes flicking back towards Tetradore- waiting for permission. Though the look upon his Leaders face is surely enough to dissuade him, another hiss of frustration spat free as the boy pivots in place, claws retracted and teeth shifted away as he storms back around the kitchen bench to stand beside Tetradore now, muttering to himself once more. Long fingers extend, reaching to pluck an egg from the cartoon his companion holds before those dark eyes lower towards Tetra's own.

"I kill her....when you are not....looking.....later....yes."

It is little more than a hissed whisper and yet a decided signal, perhaps, that the boy is barely clinging to those threads of control- the WereBear's impending death perhaps a topic to be discussed later. The panther should merely be thankful perhaps- that the boys obedience has prevented disaster- for now. Tobias proceeding to hold out the egg.

"I...want to help.....make....the food happen."

Minn, it would seem, is ignored- for now.

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