The how's of his death and revitalization, Tetradore knew well, the why's, however, continued to elude him, even if he often failed to share the full extent of the knowledge he held. There were few in which the male felt he could truly express himself with, much less come to to support him in those numerous insurmountable conundrums he faced. Tobias was perhaps not wholly there enough to be there for his companion, Raven and Samantha had been far too submissive for the Alpha to feel himself capable of leaning on and those feistier women he'd met had never really seemed to care. Why he thought Vhalla might, he hadn't the slightest indication, though those words fell from his lips all the same. It was only once those words had finally left his lips that his gaze turned back towards her, inquiring instead of her intent to play for him. Though she conceded, at last, there was hardly any surprise upon his features that there was indeed a catch. What such a favor was that he now owed her, he hadn't the slightest notion and she, in turn, seemed willing to let that contingency slide, for now.

Instead, Tetradore sunk further into the sofa, entirely content to make himself comfortable regardless of the simple fact that this was certainly not his home. Still, she had offered the blanket for him to begin with, surely that was a sort of permission to find some sense of ease upon that couch, what with the music of that piano so dancing through his mind. It was hardly difficult to tell that the musical instrument had a way of bringing out a side in the girl that she so often desired to hide away from the world. There was a certain softness to her that Tetradore found utterly beautiful. That music had a way of coaxing her to loose herself. It was a spell even he saw no reason to interrupt. Finally, however, those notes too had to come to an end, that moment fleeting far before he was ready to let it go and yet, the King hardly offered a word as she turned on that piano bench to so glance at him. His gaze met her own and yet, it wasn't until several moments later that Tetradore found himself raising a single hand, offering it to her as if it was but an unspoken invitation to join him on that sofa. In truth, he was halfway certain she might turn him down and yet...after a moment of hesitation the girl rose, crossing the distance between them to settle on the edge of that sofa.

He watched as the girl positioned herself upon that sofa, his own eyebrows furrowing at those internal thoughts of what exactly he had hoped from that simple gesture and whether or not he intended to so carry it through. His emerald eyes glanced towards the girl's lip as she sucked on it once again. It was rather...distracting. That question caused his gaze to glance upwards towards her own, that question slowly caused the man's head to bob. "You never quite get used to your body tearing itself apart." He muttered softly. The pain lessoned, he got used to it, but it still hurt regardless. That impish grin hardly went unnoticed by the man and yet, he was unprepared for the way she reached forward to run through those dark brunette locks, the action alone one that only Samantha had ever dared to do, or, perhaps his own parents. He was wholly caught off guard and yet, that idle comment that left her lips brought only a small snort to his own nose.

"Really?"He commented simply, "Though as a cat....I can't do this...." Abruptly, Tetradore's arm's reached out, grabbing the petite, slender woman by the waist and near hauling her into his lap and against his chest. It was rare, truly, this glimpse of utter playfulness upon the man and yet, he was content to place his chin upon her shoulder, nearly whispering in her ear, "Rawr." As if that simple sound made the feline somehow terrifying. Still, that simper upon his features was altogether fleeting as a vague scent so toyed at his nostrils. He knew that smell. It was the smell of another man. One he'd caught on the perimeter of that warehouse. The vampire. And, how fitting it was then that his emerald eyes fell upon those two circular markings against her the tender flesh of her neck. They looked...fresh. "Did you go hunting recently or something?" He inquired softly, providing just a vague hint that he knew she was of some sort of the killing variety, though why and what he hardly knew. He could hardly ignore that itch within the back of his mind, the Alpha perhaps more attuned to it then most. It was the simple scent that said he was in another territory and she was another man's property. Slowly, his arms loosened that hold upon her, all too aware that, to someone, he had crossed a boundary.