There was something comforting about the darkness that so surrounded him as he stepped foot into that obscured bedroom. That umbrage allowed him some measure of privacy, some effort to attempt to find his composure as he tucked away the secrets that he so struggled with. Such undisclosed moments that made up his rather intricate past so threatened to overcome him, despite the possibility that, perhaps, this saga of torment and dejection was perhaps beginning to finally see an end. The only thing that mattered was those last few hours before the sun's face peeked over the horizon, moments which he found himself so anxiously awaiting despite whatever efforts he engaged in to veil those tremulous emotions that so assaulted him. The sudden flicker of the light flooded the confines of the small room, causing his emerald eyes to blink as his pupils rapidly dilated to adjust to this sudden influx of luminosity. The creature's shifted back towards the window, paying strikingly little attention to the fashion at which the young fairy's gaze traced every burn that littered his spine from that silver his mistress had so effectively wielded against himself and the vampire he'd dragged into this mess that was his life.

It was the sensation of lips brushing against his forehead that drew the ebony jungle cat's attention away from that which he so wearily watched, his eyes darting to her petite frame as Samantha moved away from him. He made no effort to follow her, instead remaining exactly where he had settled if only for the simple fact that it was his closest escape. It was perhaps the only route the vampiric witch might take to find him, it was the only way he might be able to save them should her corpse be more then cold, dead flesh. The woman's movement once again drew the jaguar from his internal struggle of thoughts, the man watching her with care as she once again approached him with a rag within her hand. The panther moved, his head sniffing the rag in a marked display of suspicion before he was satisfied enough to let it touch the wounds that marred his neck. Tetradore had become so used to the stinging of silver upon his flesh that even it too had once become accustomed to the dull ache that he so wore. Caring for it, therefore, was hardly high on the man's list of priorities.

The words she spoke saw his vibrant emerald gaze turn towards her though her words failed to invoke any of that desired reaction from her, at least not immediately. Instead, the man offered her little more then a snort at her efforts to converse with him. How little she knew of his experience with silver and how vastly different the pair were. The touch of iron had been enough to bring her to tears whilst this? This was his life. This was all he could remember for the longest time. His head turned from her, a soft breath of air leaving his nose, the sound alone entirely resembling that of a mortal sigh. His ears suddenly stood erect upon his head, hearing something upon the fire escape that only his heightened sense could detect. The fur upon the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, the feline rising to all fours with a low growl reverberating in his throat. Tetradore slowly approached the still opened window, his emerald gaze cautiously glancing outside if only in an effort to reassure himself that it was, in fact, not her. His tail lashed from side to side for a moment longer until, slowly, the man returned to the same steady sitting position upon Samantha's floor, his eyes once again directed upon her.