His emerald eyes were intently settled upon the young woman in front of him, his attention so steadfast that the male was entirely unaware of his companion's presence within the house. His usually adept senses failing him when all his efforts were directed to the vampire before him. Even in the dark gloom of the house, even in the pale moonlight pouring from the windows, Tetradore could still detect the color that rimmed her crystalline gaze - the color that spoke of unspilled tears. He shook his head slowly, disagreeing with the woman entirely. "You couldn't have. Risque would never have allowed it and had you, you would have only put her too in danger. It was better that you didn't...for her sake." There was hardly a waver within his soft masculine tones, he was resolute in the simple knowledge of all that Risque was capable of. As far as Tetradore saw it, this had been quite the inevitable outcome. And yet, despite his efforts, the man reclined in silence as he watched the crumbling of the woman in front of him - his attention deviating only by the ghostlike movements of the man that appeared next to him.

Unlike the auburn haired female, Tetradore was entirely unaffected by the nudity beside him, his green eyes instead shifting towards the colors upon the boy's face and briefly Tetradore's eyebrows rose. "What the fuck did you eat?" He inquired as his companion knelt beside him. For a moment he was inclined to reach out and fish the object out of the boys mouth much like one would do with a dog or child before he was assured of Nadya's presence. "Good..." It was the only word he offered, a soft breath of relief leaving his lips. He hardly had time to dwell upon how long it had been since he'd seen his sister again before th object he'd previously questioned on was handed towards the women in front of them. His features, however, remained entirely passive at the presence of the lipstick, hardly surprised that Tobias had managed to find something so ridiculous to get himself into. It was, however, Tobias' inquiry that caused the man to falter. "Ah...I...." He fell silent, unsure even himself what to say. Thankfully, this question was followed by one far more certainly had an answer to. "No. We belong to no one." It was one of the few things that he could be firm on now, even if he doubted Risque wouldn't make some effort to track him down again. He had no reassurances that she'd died within that fire and yet, after all the years wasted and lost, for this brief moment, it hardly mattered to him.

The audible click of heels cast his emerald gaze back towards the door frame, shoes that he could only guess belonged to Nadya, despite their similarity to Risque. In truth, for a brief moment even he feared of his vampire mistress' return. Subconsciously his muscles tensed, waiting within those view moments before the slender figure of his sister stepped into the door way. Slowly, Tetradore stood to his feet, whatever rigidness he had evaporating almost entirely. Tetradore was hardly given a moment to embrace the young girl before his name fell from her lips, inquiring instead upon the redhead. His attention shifted, his emerald gaze falling upon her again. The man entirely ignored the exchange between Tobias and Nadya at the mess the boy had made, his attention instead falling only upon the female that'd backed herself up against the wall, as if trying to place as much distance between them and herself as she could, as if she was trying to not exist at all.

A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips, "I killed her." He spoke softly at last, the guilt from that evening still balled up within him. It was just another unspeakable task in the horde of unspeakable things that he'd done for the malicious vampire woman. He'd strove for so long to attempt to keep Nadya and Tobias from that whole portion of his life. He'd wanted them to remember him only as the ambitious, adventurous boy he'd been as a child. Despite his desires, it seemed as if he could deny it no longer. Not to them and certainly not to her. He knew entirely that the fault lay completely upon him, even if he'd never pierced her flesh. He knew the chances were slim that she'd agree to his next proposition but, for the evening he had no where to take them. "May we stay for the evening? We can be gone before you awake tomorrow." After all, a little bit of dusty furniture was far better then the discomfort of the streets.