For a moment the dark eyes of the boy drop downward, watching his companion's hands knot of one another in a nervous gesture. He understands this emotion, understands this gesture and yet why she is fearful and nervous remains to be seen- his mind incapable of comprehending this fear, such a thing illogical to the deviant. After all, humans are not to be feared. They are weak, powerless to his mind, each and every one of them on his territory and as such, by rights, he may do entirely as he pleases. The world is black and white to such a creature after all- very little, if any, grey areas seeming to afflict his being and as such those fathomless dark eyes simply narrow upon her now. Her stuttered, panicked speech is met with little more than an irritable snort, head shaking suddenly as lashings of wild dark hair tumble into his gaze- the boy truly in need of a haircut.

"I do not like when....you speak.....like that."

That he can recognise the stutter in her speech and not his own is unusual perhaps and yet the deviants sense of self is decidedly limited, his mental capacity to perceive his own state of being drastically limited and as such his ability to perceive his own speech and its imperceptions clearly remains to be seen beyond the agitation he expresses at her own. Her following words seeming to please him far more, her normal pattern of speech returned. His ability to identify those around him, after all, are perhaps limited entirely to the manner in which they speak, move and dress, the tone of the voice and the scent they carry as opposed to the facial recognition so many others use. Thusly this change in Birdie's voice, a voice he knows so well, is met with critical disdain rectified only by her return to what he deems normal as his hands move to mimic her own nervous gesture. A habit and no more, Tobias often finding delight in the mimicry of his favoured people.

"Birdie....wants...tickets?"

Why she would desire a ticket he hardly knows, dark eyes rapidly searching the room for this 'ticket' she so seems to desire, the word itself unfamiliar to him, just what a 'ticket' is remains to be seen and yet a ready grin adorns his features all the same as she leans her shoulder into his chest, one hand pointing now.

"I see tickets!"

She has, he is sure, assigned him this task, the boy holding some desire to please his girlfriend. After all, she is his thing, his belonging, his perceived ownership of her resulting in an evident desire to appease her to some extent as he steps suddenly away, gangly form striding across the deck and towards the stairs that lead down and onto the dining room floor. Long limbs easily descending the stairs, people moving hurriedly out of his way, his stride surely indicating he has no intention of politely stepping around anyone else. Why should he? He is dominant here and to his fractured mind all around him surely understand it as any Were would. That humans may not perceive such a thing so correctly has never occurred to him. He moves near instantly once more as he reaches the floor, striding over to a nearby table, its occupants having left their seats to visit the buffet once more, lanyards, with boarding passes, left hanging from the backs of their chairs snatched up easily by the young man. Near everyone on board is wearing them, after all, Tobias assured that these must be what Birdie desire, turning upon his heel to stride back towards her now, moving back up the stairs to pass them towards her.

"Tickets! No Birdie....is happy?"

He grins readily now, moving to grasp her hand, interrupted by the sudden appearance of a man dressed entirely in white.

Welcome aboard! Have you been taken to your cabins yet Mr and Mrs....er....Yomoto?

There is evident confusion within the Proter's gaze, the man eyeing the couple before him, one decidedly Caucasian the other Latino, neither seeming to match the distinct Asian last name the lanyards they carry seem to indicate. Politeness however, fortunately seems to prevent him asking more questions, one hand held abruptly towards Tobias in an effort to shake it, the boys gaze narrowing once more, batting the hand away as a cat bats a ball of string.

"I am....Tobi."

Yomoto, after all, is not his name- his is sure, the Porter content to stare for several moments longer before asking them to follow. Where they are going remains to be seen, Tobias content to drag Birdie along behind him, seeming to delight in this game entirely as he follows the Porter up and up to the higher decks of the ship before the man stops outside what is evidently one of the more expensive rooms, opening the door with clear flourish.

I hope you will find everything to your liking, this is our luxury , I-

Tobias cannot perceive the conversation and as such it has become irrelevant to him, dark eyes widening at the sight of the rather enormous room inside, moving to drag Birdie in within him before kicking shut the door, much to the horror of the grumbling Porter outside (he had been denied his tip after all). The Leopards hands clap together readily, hurrying away from Birdie now, apparently content to leave his girlfriend standing in the doorway. The spa bath to the side is entirely ignored, given a wide berth by the water hating feline, bare feet strolling across the polished marbled floor and towards the rather enormous four poster bed in the centre of the room- the boy climbing hurriedly onto it.

"Birdie! Come here!"

He leaps forward and onto the mattress, bouncing excitedly, content to command Birdie do the same as he leaps higher and higher with clear delight. That the springs of the bed may well not be designed for a such a thing is clearly of no importance to the Leopard as he waits only long enough for Birdie to climb onto the bed, leaping suddenly towards her- quite content to knock her down in play. Pinning her beneath him now. He simply grins in boyish delight, evidently within a mood unusually jovial and yet one that seems to continue to shift as his head dips suddenly, pressing his lips to her own in this gesture of affection he has come to both enjoy and desire. He likes the taste of her, likes the way in which he has her beneath him, those instincts brought to life by Nadya seeming to shift and move somewhere within him. There is hesitation still, confusion in such an area rife within his mind thanks to Tetradore's anger, features reflecting some frustration all the same as he pulls back from her. Instinct and experience seem to conflict in this moment, the boy clearly desiring something and yet what and how to achieve it remain....somewhat out of his reach. His head tilts once more, dark hair falling back into his eyes as he simply moves to kiss her again, though this time it is more forceful, more demanding- holding within it a distinct desire for something more. Something he has been denied far, far too long by both his own internal dilemma and Birdie's own hesitance and refusal to allow him any further. It is a boldness he has never shown before that sees one hand move to rest softly on Birdies hip, fingers catching loosely at the hem of her shirt- tugging gently at it. He knows, instinctively, what he wants from her, though he hesitates still. He leans back from her once more now, waiting until her eyes move to meet his own before offering a distinct....eyebrow waggle of sorts- an entirely new expression for the boy, one that he has not only (miraculously) managed to use correctly in this situation and yet one that manages to make him look entirely boyish all the same, a gesture decidedly cheeky as he grins. Content to try out this new 'move' it would seem, on his companion now, curious to see if she might.....allow him to go any further......

"Can we....play....that game?"

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