Those emerald eyes lingered upon the young woman as he stood in front of that tattered, burned sofa. Her own bright blue eyes seemed entirely steadfast as she looked at that window, near ignoring him in some way and yet, Tetradore remained entirely still as she voiced that apology. It was one he had hardly anticipated and yet, he was inclined to accept it all the same. After all, it was quite clear the young woman had come to some sort of...revelation. He'd never expected the female he'd seen last to even offer a breath that, maybe, she'd handled that situation incorrectly. It was, however, that acknowledgement of their last encounter that finally saw the man inquire as to exactly why the woman had been so upset last time as it was. He was, perhaps, not wholly observant when it came to the ways of women. Those thoughts they were so fraught with that birthed their fears and demeanor were lost upon the usually stoic man. For much of his life he'd had far greater concerns than a piece of clothing ripping, being denied by some love interest, or any other feeble fleeting concern. Then again, for much of his life he had been near forced to push away any soul he held even the slightest interest within - for their own safety.

He watched the way her grip tightened upon her arms, that blush only partially viewable from his current position and yet, the man said little other than raising his eyebrow. He watched as she chewed her bottom lip in a fashion that was entirely distracting, though truly self-control was one thing Tetradore possessed in abundance. He remained rooted to the spot as she slowly turned towards him, beginning with the assurance that she hadn't the slightest notion why she was so upset only to instead continue with some notion of the feelings that had so afflicted her of late - feelings for him. He supposed he shouldn't have been as surprised as he was by such admittance and yet, he still found himself near staring at her blankly, as if he had not quite fully understood what she was suggesting. "I..." He paused as she continued, charging on without hesitation to add how sexually frustrated she had been, how embarrassed she'd felt at his rejection and, in turn how she had so attempted to push him away.

At the end of it, Tetradore merely found himself sighing, reaching up to run his fingers through those dark locks. His head shook ever so slightly at her insistence to do his worst. "Vhalla, if you want to put distance between us, I won't fight you, but you don't have to act like a bitch to do so either." He paused, his hand massaging the back of his neck as he considered those words she'd offered him. Truthfully, Tetradore hadn't thought he'd find someone else he might be interested after Samantha. He'd expected to return to his solitude for an eternity to merely watch Tobias and Raven's relationship from afar. This...was wholly unexpected. "Vee, I'm not...rejecting you I just...I didn't want to be the reason you stayed if you had a chance at freedom and....well...I don't....really....share well...if you were mine, I would hunt Ivan down and I would kill him - immediately. Not in your way and in your time." Those emerald eyes were entirely steadfast upon her, the man entirely willing to put out there what he near demanded from his relationships. There would be no more Ivan, no more sleeping with other men to achieve some mission. It was likely not ideal for her and yet...this too was the very reason he had simply failed to consider any sort of something more with her.