His name upon her lips had hardly stopped the onslaught of those emotions from invading his soul and, quite literally, taking the reigns on his actions. He hardly even considered that his emotions might not have been his own - not within that moment. Then and there he was lost amongst the lust that crashed against him like a roaring wave, overcoming any sense of self if only for the need to fulfill that hunger that surrounded him. The small shake of his her head was only enough to return him to that wave of desire before his lips were again upon hers and his body pressed against hers till the man found himself exploring every inch of the woman that he had otherwise resisted till this point. Their coupling within itself was entirely different than anything he had ever experienced before, though he hadn't questioned it at the time, or even immediately after wards. Instead Tetradore merely laid upon his back within her bed, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his breath from what they had just done. He had felt her lips upon her skin and for a moment he'd considered taking her yet again until, suddenly, those feelings were simply gone. Tetradore couldn't explain it, that sudden lack of everything that had so invaded his world. It was an absence that was so strikingly noticeable to the man if only for the sudden overwhelming nothingness that existed once again.

His emerald gaze stared straight up at the ceiling over her bed, his eyes tracing the bumps and prinkles in the white stucco as he contemplated this very peculiar phenomenon. He was hardly a stranger to manipulation, though this hadn't quite been in Risque's realm. She had forced him to do actions his mind had rebelled against, just as she had too forced him to see things he knew could not be there. But she had never forced him to feel things he didn't feel. It was the one thing he had always had for himself - his mind. Sure, he had gotten used to that display of indifference if only because it made it harder for her to use his emotions against him but at the end of the day, they had always been his emotions. Now? Now he felt like he was drowning in a sea of nothingness as realization of what had occurred slowly came over him. This was not how he had wanted this to go. He had wanted to give her patience, he had wanted to love her, he had wanted to ensure that, as irrationally as it was, she wouldn't die after he'd had her and instead, all he had given her was an unquenchable physical lust. Tetradore's lips pressed together ever so slightly, his emerald eyes flickered closed for a brief moment if only to steady himself once again before flickering open.

"Samantha." His voice was decidedly deadpan, his gaze intent upon the ceiling above him, no longer really even clutching her to his side. Instead, Tetradore found himself simply laying there - accepting what had happened to him much in the same way he had the majority of his life. He could feel her move against his side at the sound of her name, the man continuing on when he was certain that he had her attention. "Don't ever do that to me again." Tetradore voiced softly, his words hardly above a whisper. Tetradore was certain Samantha hadn't meant to on purpose. She had not even a single gene similar to the woman he had so despised most of his life. It was that singular fact that kept him here when all of his instincts screamed for him to leave - lest he too become ensnared by the fairy. But she was not Risque. It was that simple sentence he kept echoing over and over in his head, reminding himself in an effort to reassure himself he was safe from the one individual he truly feared.