There was no denying that the were-creature was decidedly on edge, even Tetradore himself was aware of the tenseness in his exhausted and all too mauled form. The slightest of sounds sent him scurrying to the window, ensuring that it was not the click of her heels coming down the metal steps of the fire escape in an effort to pull from his flesh the retribution she would surely demand. He knew she was dead, or rather, he knew that she should be dead but Tetradore had seen the sadistic woman survive that which he had thought not only improbable but also entirely impossible. She seemed to disdain death, the witch determined to see through her callousness regardless of what life had in store for him. The notion that this was the end of her eighteen year reign upon his own life seemed...far too sweet a dream to hold any real hint of reality within it. The man's emerald eyes gazed out into the darkness beyond those window panes, the entirety of his body still as he merely listened to the nightlife that surrounded them, keenly searching for any hint that didn't belong within that audible background of his Western Kingdom.

It was only when he was entirely assured that it was not the vampiress herself that Tetradore stepped away from the window, resisting the urge to pace if only for the moment of doing something. Instead, he settled once again just within the room, his weight shifting from paw to paw ever so slightly. The soft brush of her fingertips against his head saw the man's fidgeting nearly instantly come to an end, his form instead rigid as he listened to the words she spoke. A soft snort left his lips at the notion that he was safe here. Tetradore had long since learned that safety was not a luxury ever truly afforded to him. Not with Risque. No matter where he went, she had always found him. No matter how far he ran, she would chase him. She always found him and anyone he got close to, even for but a minute always suffered. No, he was not safe and his simple presence here ensured that she too was not safe if that corpse upon the roof did rise. He should leave, he knew he should but sunrise was still quite a bit away and taking her to the Ark just yet with others she might control was out of the question. This place - here, this was his only option, for now.

The were creature stood, slowly stepping away from the woman at his side, a soft sigh leaving his lips in the process. This was a mistake, he was sure of it and yet, somehow he doubted she'd let him just leave either. It was that reason alone which prompted the shift that so came over his ebony form, allowing fur to give way to that caramel flesh. The main remained at the window, his head tilting from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck. His voice reached out to the young woman, those baritone lyrics decidedly deadpanned despite perhaps the tenseness of his physic as a whole. "You should stay home tomorrow." After all, if things with Risque did not come to an end as they surely should, there was little doubt in his mind that the vampire would find her just to be utilized against him. Her death would be inevitable, and likely at his own hands in the manner that his mistress had once so thoroughly enjoyed. No, it was better she stayed out of sight, even if it was just for once evening.