He had forgotten what it was like - forgotten what they were like when the duo was together. Actually, the more he considered the childish antics of his companions, the more Tetradore realized that although they had squabbled before in the past...it had never been this bad. His eyebrows knitted together as he observed the harshness in their tone over the lipstick that Tobias had decided to dine on this evening. He shook his head, willing to let their arguing pass if only for the presence of a question that required far more of his attention. His somber voice cautiously admitted his sin, his emerald gaze briefly fell upon the young woman on the other side of the room, meeting those sharp crystalline orbs. For a brief moment his attention settled upon the gleam of curiosity glistening within her pale blue eyes, a look that quickly was chased away to a rare glimpse of astonishment that caused his eyebrows to furrow. He hadn't realized just how poorly she had thought of him until that moment, although in retrospect the man was hardly surprised in the slightest. After all he had assisted within her demise, within decimating her life for all eternity. What good could she possibly see in him when he was half certain that none existed to begin with.

Tetradore ignored the shrug of his companion, the deviant clearly oblivious to the preciousness of life in general, not that Tetradore blamed him for missing such a lesson either. The man had been absent within those most important years, having chalked up Tobias to death much as he had everyone he'd never known. Hell - half of the time Tetradore failed to even see the value of the time he was given. There had been something about her. Something about that naive carefree look.....that interest that she had so poorly placed within him. It was an interest he had immediately betrayed. He offered the small shake of his head towards Nadya' comment, though hardly chose to elaborate on the conditions surrounding her death. It was not something he wanted to discuss with his sibling or his friend any longer then he had to and, quite thankfully, their belligerent attitude towards each other was enough to provide an amble distraction for all individual's present.

The were might have been grateful for such antagonizing comment to leave Tobias lips if it wasn't for the words he spoke. Immediately Tetradore's emerald gaze shifted towards the young woman, a frown marring his features as she dashed forward to smack Tobias in a hostile fashion - quite clearly taking offense to what Tetradore noticed that she didn't deny. For a moment he was inclined to voice his displeasure at the situation at hand but it was fleeting. For too long he had been the play thing of a vampire and, even if he hardly dared to admit it out loud, he hardly would have hesitated to spill the blood running through his veins for the young woman in front of them. There was a soft sigh upon his lips but before the man could step in to squash this mini rebellion, it seemed as if the auburn girl...as if Isolt....had decided to do so herself. He listened in silence to her delicate tones, his vibrant eyes never once leaving her feminine figure as she departed from the room to wander down the hallway and deeper into the apartment. It was only once she'd truly disappeared from his view that Tetradore finally decided to turn towards Tobias, "Come on...we can sleep on the floor." He muttered, though in truth even the dusty hardwood was hardly the worst place the panther had ever slept before. Tonight...it was the only the roof over head and the fleeting sensation of freedom and safety that mattered.