Even despite Tetradore's rather limited experience with generators, the whole affair was rather straightforward. After a simple matter of checking the fuel and oil, verifying the filter was still there, it was a simple matter of flipping all the appropriate switches to 'on' before the generator rumbled to life, offering electricity to the small bakery, even if it was on borrowed time. It was only once the loud noise of the generator filled his ears that Tetradore's attention shifted from the machinery, only for his eyes to fall upon the sight of Taliah with her ivory shirt near clinging to her frame, providing him a perfect view of the undergarments underneath. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he cleared his throat, his gaze purposefully turned upwards lest he was caught appreciating the view she so unintentionally offered him. Admittedly, it took him a moment to put his thoughts together, informing her of the rather limited supply of gasoline and, in turn, her own limited chance to save her dough. It was best to not turn on any sort of unnecessary electricity, with the hope that it might prolong her chances of keeping that dough alive until the main power grid returned to its usual self.
He watched as she merely nodded in agreement, the very sound of those coolers and the light spilling from the doorway was proof enough of the generator's power. He hardly anticipated the sudden thanks that left her lips, his own head bobbed ever so gently in return. "It wasn't a problem." The man responded with a small shrug on his shoulders, only to comment on the clear state of her frigid form. He was certainly not oblivious to the goosebumps that had appeared on her skin or the way she clutched her arms closer to her figure, accentuating the cleavage between that black, lace bra. It was certainly arousing, to say the least, though the Were-king had never been too keen on acting on those physical desires. Quite on the contrary, his hands were kept to himself as he watched her lean her head back, the torrential downpour surely soaking her face. Frankly, Tetradore didn't enjoy the cold rain upon his skin any more than she did, a fact that Taliah seemed quick to comment on. His gaze shifted towards his own figure in that brief moment, only for a soft sigh to leave his lips at the very state of his own appearance. His shirt was soaked to his skin, his jeans uncomfortably wet to the point that he felt waterlogged from the extra weight and his shoes squished from every step. Although the generator was safe on its little platform, everywhere around it was more akin to a puddle then solid ground.
Tetradore followed her into the kitchen, the warmth of it only served to prompt a shudder through his figure. It was such a sharp contrast to the temperature of his flesh that it took him a moment to adjust to it. He watched as she moved throughout the kitchen, turning off the ovens and lights to minimize that electrical current to the fridges alone. Hardly a word left Tetradore's lips at her demand, the Were-king entirely willing to give in to the woman in what was clearly her own domain. He watched as she moved back towards the front area, flicking off more lights before she joined him in the kitchen. His emerald eyes followed her as she paused in the doorway, her fingers hovering over the light switch. That warning prompted little more than a small nod from the man before they were once again plunged into that oblivion of darkness. How it made him miss his feline eyes! His skin flinched at the sudden sensation of her body as she slid against him, her voice, though whispered was loud in the dark, quiet space. "I guess, that'd be nice..." Tetradore responded, entirely willing to admit the discomfort of his current state of dress.
He followed the gentle tug of her fingers against his arm, only for his foot to touch the bottom of a staircase. Stairs. In the dark. Just great. It was with a soft grumbling under his breath that Tetradore tentatively took the first step, moving with slow steps up that staircase. He was grateful, really, when he finally reached the top, the windows of the apartment above offered some level of light, at least to glean the various shapes of furniture within the cold, dark apartment. His head bobbed once again at her instructions, the man entirely observant of the fashion in which she slipped her shoes off. Perhaps she was one of those, no shoes on the floors type of homeowners. At the very least, he was willing to respect that, reaching down to undo the laces of his own shoes whilst she busied herself with her fireplace. By the time that fire roared to life, his damp socks had been removed and placed within his equally as damp shoes, leaving the were-King barefoot on her cold floors. That soft sound of pleasure drew his emerald eyes towards the young woman where she hunched in front of the fireplace, clearly enjoying the sensation of heat on her skin. God, how he yearned for that exact same sensation - the very coldness distracted him from any further thoughts.
Tetradore watched as she rose suddenly, padding away from him on bare feet. Slowly, he moved to stand before that very flicker of fire that had previously occupied her, content to bask in its warmth. He hardly was prepared for the towels that were suddenly thrust at him, her instructions prompted little more than a blank stare from the man before his emerald eyes turned towards the hallway she had come from. She wanted him...entirely nude? His eyebrow rose and yet, Tetradore was nothing if not confident in that very department. After all, the very facet of being a were often required a fair amount of nudity within the view of others, the shift quite near demanding as much from the Alpha. "All right." He responded with a small shrug, only to trail down towards the hallway she had mentioned, shutting the door behind him. He peeled that shirt off his frame, those jeans landed on the tiled ground with a thud but moments later. It was nice, to simply dry the dampness off his caramel skin and unruly locks. His undergarments fell last, leaving Tetradore with little more than a towel tucked around his waist. He gathered those pieces of clothing up in his arms, stepping from the bathroom in search of the woman.