The man was all too aware of his girlfriend's fingertips brushing against his naked flesh as his emerald eyes so intently stared out of the window and into the darkness beyond. His thoughts were a tremulant mess, his emotions flickering and changing perhaps just as constantly as those memories and anxieties that so assaulted him. He knew well that it was not safe for him here, and by extension too it was not safe for her if only for her closeness to him. If that corpse was alive still, or held any affinities too that had yet to make their appearance - they would come after him. He was her favorite, her treasured. It was impossible that she would not have returned. He knew it was inevitable. His emerald eyes glanced down at the petite hands that so wrapped around him, attempting to assuage those fears he knew well she could feel despite the efforts he made to so still himself. In this, he supposed, there was no hiding. His lips pressed together as those stormy thoughts of Risque still clouded his mind, the man hardly heeding the kiss on his shoulder. In fact, it wasn't till she took his hand that Tetradore even let this emerald eyes turn towards the befuddled face of the fairy.

With a soft sigh, Tetradore acquiesced to her pulling, the man allowing her to lead him towards her bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her kick a quite literal sword under her bed and yet, there were far greater issues on his mind then such a blatant peculiarity. The girl's stuffed animal was perhaps as greatly as ignored as the girl released his hand enough to crawl back into those sheets he'd surely awoken her from. Another breath left his lips as he paused, his gaze glancing back over his shoulder towards the window before slowly following the girl into those sheets. He remained upon his back, hardly wishing to position himself in such a way that might restrict him from viewing that glass pane and the monster he was sure lurked out beyond. Still, his body ached, his skin sore and as much as he hated to admit it, the warmth of those soft sheets felt all together nice against those wounds and bruises that so littered his form. It was hardly enough to put him at ease, however, he wouldn't find any sense of comfort until his task for the evening was done and yet, it was better he supposed then standing guard over that corpse.

Unfortunately, such thoughts were interrupted only by the sound of his name and the one word he never thought would leave Samantha's lips. Any stillness he'd found was immediately ruined at the sheer syllables that made up her name, the man sitting up in bed as he stared at the woman beside him. "Where did you hear that name? Who told you about her?" He inquired, his voice far more of a demand then he had meant it. Still - if they had come looking for him here...then he couldn't let her be an in any further danger by even letting his scent linger here. His feet swung of the bed, the man pausing at the edge of the bed to run his hand through his hair. How did he even begin to explain that? To get her to understand how dangerous Risque was and the importance of staying away from whatever soul told her of the vampire in the first place. His lips pressed together, his eyes searching the room for some sort of....answer on what words to say. "Risque is my mistress. You must stay away from her, she would have me kill you in seconds if she knows about you." He was so used to that life, to accepting it that it took him a moment to realize he was using the present tense when he shouldn't have. She was dead, wasn't she? Her corpse had yet to move, her magic had yet to take hold of him and yet, he had seen her survive so much that he refused to believe her completely gone until he saw the sun take her with his own two eyes. No - until then, there was no safety for anyone anywhere.