There was a certain sort of earnest fevor in the way her crystalline irises seemed so steadfast upon the array of hues that painted the once ebony sky. The delicate gradient seemed to so entrance her, grasping at her attention until it seemed as if everything else that surrounded them simply fell away into oblivious. Despite this, Tetradore was entirely at ease in his lounging position so precarious upon the building's edge. He had little objections to remaining upon the fringe of this moment - a moment that was entirely hers, and so privately and preciously held. He had waited in silence for some time before posing his inquiry, his emerald eyes still settled upon the fair pallor of her features as she withheld this gift she had so yearned for. He had watched as her gaze flickered in brief contemplation towards him, and back again to behold the sunrise that felt so completely meant for but the demure vampire alone. His head tilted to the side, observing the fashion the muscles within her face seemed to shift in silent reflection. Truly, it seemed a far greater conundrum then he had anticipated and briefly the man could not help but to feel a tinge of regret, hopeful that in the asking he had not paled the significance of her treasured moment.

He waited with baited breath till her head shook ever so slightly, the swaying of her auburn locks briefly catching the warm luminescence that had so begun to bathe them with it's embrace. He had considered, for a moment, to press her upon her answer, to inquire as if it had failed to live up to the lofty expectations that perhaps only a memory could preserve. His lips had parted but no words fell from them, instead his voice falling mute as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. His head turned from her to instead glance at the bright horizon, allowing the silence that so permeated this fragile moment to persist a touch longer. It was her gradual movement that once again captured her attention, the fabric billowed around her slender figure in the frigid autumn breeze and yet it was a temperature that failed to touch her already icicle skin. His gaze once against held her azure eyes as her melodic voice echoed into the stillness, straining to voice the sensations that pained her heart. And yet - despite the laborious effort, Tetradore entirely understood.

The moon had always been his sweet mistress, beckoning to the animal that laid dormant beneath his taunt hispanic skin. it was her lull that filled him, the fullness of her that created the same awe in him and yet, as a child she had been robbed from him in a similar fashion that which Risque had too stolen Isolt's sun. He understood far too well and yet, rather then voicing those experiences they both wish to lay dead, he merely nodded - as if somehow this would be enough. He was willing to fall in silence again, to simply be there as she drank up this momentary breath of light. That was, until, her gleeful lyrics rang out once more. A small simper crossed the man's features as he shook his head ever so slightly. "No, please, you don't have to. I wanted to do this." He responded simply, with a small shrug on his shoulders. It was perhaps a peculiar way to suggest that he remembered far more of that night all those months ago then he had ever let on. He had asked for something to prove his interest within the woman and though she had asked for the impossible - he was all too willing to give it, if only, for her.