Tobias' dark gaze continued to linger near warily upon the Fae man below him- as if the boy expected to be asked to perform some sort of trick in exchange for more of that lamb he had all but devoured with notable gusto. That the man in front of him seemed content to freely offer that food was....unusual. Tobias, after all, had learned long ago that food was not free. No. Not unless you hunted it. People who gave food wanted something. A trade. Yes. But not this man, or so it seemed. The boys dark eyes narrowed almost suspiciously before he reached to take that offered morsel, Tobias waiting for several moments as if anticipating the Fae to ask for something in return, before that animalistic instinct took over readily. That new shank of lamb was shoved with a complete lack of grace into his mouth. Tobias, in that precarious moment, hardly seemed to chew. The boy seemingly content to swallow large chunks with speed as if he feared the Fae might ask for that lamb back at any moment. It took barely moments before all that was left was the bone and yet- Tobias was not one to waste such things. Tetradore, after all, was often content to leave the bones of any meal they ate as humans. Tobias, as he had always done, was nothing short of willing to assist in that clean up. His ability to shift only parts of himself into his animal form was nothing short of useful in such situations as this. His human teeth suddenly giving way to distinctly more....feline appendages. That bone was lifted to his lips, his teeth biting down, the sound of the crunching and cracking of sinew and marrow and bone echoed down that street as Tobias proceeded to eat all of that bone. Ah, how little ever went to waste when he was around!

His teeth were quickly shifted back to their far blunter, more human look. Tobias, this time, querying why his new companion had those shinies to begin with. He had never seen a Fae with glasses before. In fact, glasses were distinctly rare amongst any of the immortal populations. The Fae folded his arms across his chest, as if thinking about that response, before insisting they helped him to see. Tobias' head tilted once more, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes (really his hair needed cutting but so few were brave enough to try), the boy seeming to contemplate this idea of 'glasses to see' and 'death as a mortal'. Just what thoughts seemed to exist within his fractured, splintered mind remind to be seen, the boy studiously seeming to consider before his gaze met his companions' own again, his legs swinging near boyishly from the rooftop.

"Why don't you....just get.....new eyes?"

This, it seemed, was a perfectly logical solution and one the other man should clearly have considered. Tobias, in that moment, so failing to see any way in which this was not a sensible solution. His mind, after all, was a rather...curious thing.

"You are....a Fae."

That sentence was so hardly a question but rather- a statement. Tobias, it seemed, declaring what he knew to be true. Fae, after all, were the rarest of the species. Few beings within the city had ever seen one, let alone met one and yet how readily the lanky deviant seemed to identify one.

"There used to....be lots of Fae but....the vampires.....ate them all."

Tobias' head nodded once more. The boy seemingly well-versed in Fae history even despite his fractured way of speaking. His head nodded once more, as if confirming this very sentence to himself.

"Tetra has a......fancy friend....he...told me...about the Fae and the....vampires."

Who 'Tetra' was, let alone his 'fancy friend' remained to be seen. Tobias, after all, was notoriously poor at explaining himself and yet this hardly seemed to lessen the boys desire to have that strange conversation that his companion was simply expected to understand.

"What is....your name?"

That question was blunt, sudden, Tobias' gaze lifting to meet the mans own once more in clear expectation of an answer.

"Why.....haven't the....vampires eaten....you yet? You are....old. I can....tell. Yes. Yes.....I can....tell."