He can feel her tense momentarily beneath him, nervous shock radiating from her form and yet truly the lanky young man hardly seems concerned by her lack of response in this moment. She is...different to Nadya in this regard, the gesture not so willingly returned as it is with his pack mate and for a moment his mind is given to puzzle over this, curious as to her reaction- so very....different from Naddy's. His contemplation however is short-lived, the leopard leaping back into the towering grass and away from the woman. She has slapped him once before, the memory of that stinging sensation assuring this reaction now, the deviant well aware his behaviour in this moment is hardly his best and as such his cunning mind has learned to avoid any potential repercussions, this moment having become a game of sorts, oblivious to the tangle of emotions within the woman. He simply does not understand, perhaps he never will, mind incapable of perceiving the delicate interplay that tangles and twists within Birdies mind in response to his simple tease. He cannot fathom her emotions in this moment, the young man incapable of feeling what he himself does not possess, or more so, cannot recognise within himself. He is an instinctive creature, animalistic perhaps, content to act within the moment and as such cannot be made to understand the repercussions of such an intimate gesture, nor why it may be considered.......unacceptable to engage such things with both Birdie and Nadya. Women, he is sure, have a purpose, a value, Nadya his pack mate, special to him for more then what her body offers him and yet his mind has finally begun to grasp onto a further understanding, that if one woman can be enjoyed- why not another?

He dislikes being touched within his human form, loathes the feeling of hands against him save for those whom he trusts, whom he accepts, the man willing, perhaps, to offer some form of trust to the curly-haired woman in this moment, allowing her closer then he has ever allowed another not considered pack and yet his veritable 'hit and run' assures he is entirely aware she may not appreciate such a thing. He enjoys her company, enjoys sleeping beside her when Naddy and Tetradore are otherwise occupied- the man far more accepting then his pack mate in this regard, Birdie's canine status seeming...unimportant to the man. She is Were and that alone is enough. He desires to keep her from himself to add her to his collection of people and make her entirely his own though he is hardly willing to bring his teeth to her neck, at least, not in this moment as he teases, pressing deeper into the grass as he moves to slink like liquid oil between the tall blades, pausing each time Birdie moves, assuring he remains hidden as she struggles to her feet.

His name shouted upon her lips is seemingly ignored, wild dark eyes merely shining with concealed amusement in the gloom and beneath that canopy of stars, Birdie lacking Nadya's talent for luring him close, the cunning creature content to display an entirely different form of intelligence in this moment as he remains out of sight, the perfect predator and yet.....one determined to play still. The words she speaks are...unusual, her tone firm and yet seeming to hold a note of insecurity, head tilting slightly as he struggles to perceive these words she offers, mind attempting to understand.

"What is...girlfriend?"

The words erupt from a space to her left, dark eyes widening in surprise before he begins to mutter hastily to himself, clearly displeased at himself for having spoken out loud as he hurriedly moves to retreat, silently sliding away from his position, circling around the woman in silence once more as she stamps and huffs, her irritation only seeming to delight him further as he remains hidden still. Her sudden command sees his head tilt yet again as he suddenly and abruptly stands up, appearing now on her right side.

"You can't make me."

Lips pull into a wry grin now, the boy entirely aware of exactly what he's doing in these moments as he leaps now to the side with a snicker, disappearing yet again into that long grass, rustling heard from every direction before the field is silent again. He waits only long enough to be assured of her direction as he moves again, concealed within his grassy canopy, stalking forward in human form, coming now from behind her, waiting until he is very near upon her before he suddenly stands once more, appearing right behind her as lashings of ebony hair fall into his youthful face once more, white teeth flashed in a wild grin as he moves to suddenly tap her shoulder- waiting for the girl to spin around.

"I can....kiss you....if I want....see?"

One finger moves to catch suddenly in her shirt, pulling her abruptly against him for the second time, lips seizing her own once more, pressed against those soft pillows in yet another quick, light kiss- before he lunges away again, barrelling back into the field to disappear once more- this time reappearing suddenly and abruptly on her left side, lips brushing her cheek in his third stolen kiss, head ducking suddenly lest she attempt to take a swing at him in the same manner as she had done last time. Skin hurriedly gives way to fur in this moment, flashes of gold and black reflected in the moonlight as the man is replaced with the leopard, the big cat leaping away from her now before moving to circulate her again, the boy leaping in and out of the grass around her, bounding up and down as he does, appearing and disappearing with each stride as he bounds in a wide circle around her now- for apparently no other reason than because he desires to.

Cheeky bastard does not even begin to cover it, three kisses stolen from her tonight- the young man entirely aware of everything he has done, that sleek, toned frame remaining still out of her reach.

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