Despite the fashion at which Tetradore had resigned himself to settling on the bar stool, simply watching the red haired woman from afar as she socialized with the small group that had begun to surround her. Despite her comment that she was alone, it seemed to him that she had vastly more friends then she had given herself credit too. Ones, that certainly seemed less inclined to leave then her precious Harley. His gaze skirted over the vampire that stood so closely to the redhead's side, his emerald eyes narrowing at closeness between them. It was a simple physical intimacy that he'd never managed to master, their past and her incessant fear of him continually managing to push her further and further away - apparently into his arms. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as their gazes brushed momentarily but Tetradore made no effort to show anything more then sheer apathy. It was only fitting then that the object of his obsession should too turn her head, her crystalline gaze tracing over his features with a soft smile in his general direction. Despite his vexation, he still found himself providing her with the feeblest of simpers before abruptly turning in his seat to place his back to the room at large.

Thankfully, Tetradore found a tumblr of whisky in front of him, a drink he desperately needed, given the current situation. He could feel the shifting of a figure near to him, his attention briefly fluttering to the young girl with the ebony dress and bare back. He could tell she was one of his species and yet the man made no effort to engage her, entirely oblivious to the connection she held to the members of his pack. Surely Tobias had spoken of his "pretty" before but with so many enticing feminine figures in the room he hardly was capable of making the connection between the face and the pet name. His interest, however, was fleeting, if only because of another stirring of movement upon his other side, one that is accompanied with a voice. His emerald eyes observe the blonde for a brief moment, his head tilting to the side in vague inquisitiveness. "Place it on my tab." His baritone voice was soft as he muttered to the bartender. He had been willing enough to engage with the girl, at least at first but any inclination he might have had to stay settled there at her side was quickly interrupted by the presence of another - one who too had noticed his silent examination.

His eyebrows rose at comment, his lips pressing together in a hard line. However, before even a syllable had a chance to leave his lips, the were panther was surprised to find a brush of fabric in his periphery vision, followed immediately by a loud thud as a dagger and the girl attached is placed between himself and the cocky hunter. He recovered quickly from the astonishment of such an abrupt appearance, noting the fashion at which she offered him a wink, quite clearly enjoying both herself and her antics at hand. He could feel her fingertips upon his shoulder, the brush simple and soft. A soft puff of air left his nose in the barest hints of amusement, and briefly he brought his glass to his lips, polishing off the whisky within lest a drop be wasted. It was only when his tumblr was back empty upon the bar that Tetradore saw fit to stand, his attention momentarily returning to the Hunter at hand. "It seems as if I've already won a prize." He commented simply enough, reaching out to let his fingers intertwine with Regan. Now seemed like good enough of a moment to take his leave, especially when he had ever reason to do so.

He guided her through the swaying of bodies, leading her with confidence onto the dance floor before turning to face her. Tetradore released his grip upon her. Now that their dramatic antics were at an end, he had every intention of giving the purple eyed female a choice. "Would you like to dance with me?" He inquired softly, his hand held out for her in a gentleman fashion that was almost an echo of those renaissance days. She had been willing enough to play his hero in some regards and for that he was willing to entertain her for the time being - to push all those other somber thoughts out of the forefront of his brain. Wasn't that the very reason he'd come here in the first place?