The memories of that evening had been burned into Tetradore's memory, though truly Risque's newest little toy was near impossible to forget as it was. He still remembered the feeling of Darcy's teeth tearing into his shoulder, ripping skin and muscle in a world of searing pain, just as he too remembered the horrible sensation of having his arm torn from it's socket. Thoughtlessly, he reached up, gingerly massaging his shoulder before he caught himself. Tetradore forced his hand back down across his body. How he...hated to give Darcy any reason to believe that the vampire had managed to leave any lasting impact upon the Alpha. Despite Darcy's closeness, Tetradore's gaze remained trained upon the television, watching those race cars with an intensity that, unfortunately, gave away his weariness of the Southerner. What he was ignorant of, however, was the way his own behavior of the evening of RIsque's birthday had become engrained within the vampire's mind. His very actions were...seemingly out of character for the Were-King. For the majority of his life, he had remained a stoic party on the sidelines, contributing to Risque's twisted desires only when she forced it of him, and only with a usually large amount of fighting. That night was the first night in which he'd killed one of her victims of his own violition, a fact that Tetradore himself hadn't quite yet realized.
That question he was presented with was one the Were was ill-inclined to answer. At least, not truthfully. Matteo's presence within his life had always been a closely guarded secret. The fae alone the only reason his rebellious soul still persisted when Risque had brought him to the edge of what he thought himself capable of handling over and over again. To admit the fae looked like someone he cared for was to give both Risque and Darcy something to hold against him...and how well he knew they would. Rather, Tetradore kept his silence, his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. The gesture prompted a low growl deep within Darcy's throat, those mismatched eyes focused with an unwavering intensity upon him while Tetradore near purposefully turned his gaze back towards the television, even in spite of his disinterest in the bright-lit commercial for toothpaste, of all things. It was that threat upon Darcy's lips that drew the Hispanic's emerald eyes back towards him. How well he knew Darcy was capable of following through with that threat. Although Risque was likely to take offense to Darcy touching her pet without her explicit permission...there were none here to stop the vampire beyond the threat that Risque would surely punish him in turn. Still, Tetradore was...well aware just the extent at which he had angered his mistress of late. There was every chance that she might merely allow Darcy to take out his irritation without consequence.
His tongue brushed over his bottom lip before the Alpha responded with the simple explanation that the fae had looked at him in a way he hadn't liked. It was surely nonsensical and yet he had watched Risque kill for less. Tetradore was entirely capable of masquerading as the heartless murderer that Risque so desired him to be, that so many others already thought him to be. Darcy, however, was not so easily fooled. The snort from the vampire's nose caused Tetradore's lips to press together ever so slightly. His brows furrowed as Darcy insisted people had been looking at him funny since he was sixteen. Admittedly....Tetradore hadn't noticed that. At least...not in the same way that Darcy seemed to think they'd eyed him. He'd noticed the looks of fear or weariness or anxiety his younger more...hostile self had produced in others but he would hardly classify that as 'funny'. A soft grunt left Tetradore's lips as Darcy insisted that he was hardly stupid enough to kill Risque's birthday present without reason, the one he provided seemingly insufficient. Tetradore's gaze returned to the television, even if his attention remained acutely focused upon the vampire at his side. Since his vague explanations hardly seemed enough, it was best to wholly distract the vampire entirely. For all Darcy knew of him, so too had Tetradore long since learned the sort of things that set him on edge in return.
It was remarkably easy to play into Darcy's own paranoia, the Alpha allowing that silence to persist for several moments before he added that Risque had looked at the Fae funny in return. That sudden quietness he'd received from Darcy informed him well that his barb had hit its mark. Slowly, the emerald of his irises fluttered back towards the vampire, simply watching that contemplative look upon the Southerner's face. It was several moments longer before Darcy reluctantly admitted that Tetradore had hardly been the only one to notice that blatant shift within their mistress. Tetradore's arms remained crossed over his chest and yet, his head bobbed in agreement as Darcy began to devote the entirety of his attention to that little puzzle he so pointed the man towards. He hardly expected Darcy's suspicion to turn sharply back towards him, that threat of lying hardly necessary. This, after all, was a topic that Tetradore had little difficulty speaking of liberally. A soft snort left his nose before the Alpha shook his head ever so slightly. "She's always talking to other men when you're not around." Tetradore retorted, Risque hardly one to be told whom she could and could not speak to - very little of those she did talk to truly intrigued his mistress but Tetradore had little intent on voicing that. "But no, I hadn't seen him before either....maybe she's talking to other men when neither of us are there...." He commented with a hint of conspiratorial comradery, after all, what harm was there in letting Darcy think that he was on his side.
My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there
so if you love me let me go
Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know