The were-king's eyebrow rose in a fashion that was entirely dubious in nature as he eyed the young woman in front of him, simply watching her as her sardonic nature showed through even that pain that laced her form. Really? She was hurt, even he could smell the blood the laced her form, and she was still making jests? His head shook ever so slightly in marked disbelief and yet, he spoke not a word in response. Instead, the man simply watched as she struggled to catch her breath before insisting that she didn't pick fights with everyone that she came across. "I don't believe it." He responded, quite bluntly. After all, she'd been so willing to throw herself into the ring at the Ark and then, again, with him. Tetradore had yet to see her hot head get the best of her. That tale she wove of rogue Dark Hunters infiltrating a bar was, he supposed, not terribly surprising and yet, he too also was rather assured that she'd been eager to merely throw herself into that fight all the same. See - he was right. A soft grunt left his lips at her assurance that one of them had merely gotten lucky and yet, it was that very mention of vampire's that saw that hardened gaze shift ever so slightly.

For all those years he'd spent within captivity of one of those very beings, it was but one tender hearted red head that, somehow, altered his demeanor of them. After all, it was his fault she had been turned into one of them in the first place. "You cannot deny them for being what they are. It is in their nature." He muttered softly, his gaze shifting from her and yet, after several moments of contemplation, the man moved closer towards her. His hand rested on her waist, drawing the girl upwards and into his side in order to support the majority of her lithe frame. That comment of her name, however, saw his features twist into a small frown. "Of course I remember you, it's not every day a witch is stupid enough to challenge me." It was, perhaps, not exactly the sentiment that she was going for and yet, Tetradore was nothing but truthful. He'd remember her for that alone, regardless of the leather jacket he now wore. She had permanently imprinted herself in his mind, for better or for worse.

He allowed her arm to circle around his waist in turn, even as he led her down those familiar streets towards the direction she'd indicated. It hardly took look to make it through those two blocks, his own strength certainly serving to assist in pulling the woman along and yet, he hardly expected her to live in one of the warehouses in his very domain. How curious. He watched simply as she fiddled with the keys in the lock, admitting them after a moment's of frustration. His own emerald eyes briefly trailed over that makeshift gym and yet, he was hardly one to pry, simply following the girl's gestured movements to assist her in moving up those stairs and towards the accompanying apartment. Tetradore was well aware of the woman's struggle as she leaned further upon him at the top of that staircase, that rare glimpse of concern was mirrored in the depths of his emerald eyes. He watched her with that same patient silence he was so known for as her head leaned against his shoulder, the man suddenly entirely aware of how close her feminine figure was to his own - not to mention that simple fact that he was, once again, entirely single. He pushed those thoughts from his mind at her whispered words of apology, the man simply shaking his head as if to indicate it was entirely unnecessary.

His grasp on her waist was released as she stepped forward, nearly collapsing upon that sofa from clear exhaustion. The girl needed rest. Hell, she needed to see her wounds tended to, even he knew that. "Mmhm..." The sound softly left his lips at her rare word of appreciation. He let that silence persist between them, even if it was but momentarily. That welcome he was offered along with that brief gesture seemed permission enough to so eye the depths of her home. He could hardly say that it was what he expected but....given the woman in front him he was neither terribly surprised either. The girl's offered was hardly ignored, the man merely shaking his head ever so slightly, "Already got one." He commented, gesturing briefly towards that beer still half full that dangled from his hand. Still, he was willing enough to ensure she got safely to her bedroom. His own beverage was placed gently upon her coffee table before the man moved, reaching down to pull her up and back onto her feet. It was hardly all that difficult for him to navigate that hallway and leave her upon the edge of her bed. He hardly stuck around, however, instead leaving the woman to her own devices as he stepped back into that small hall, pausing not far from the entrance of that room only to eye the paintings that lined her walls. A small frown crossed his lips as he eyed that art in a contemplative fashion and yet, it was hardly long till the sound of those grunts and grumblings and muttered curses drew his gaze.

He leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to steal a glimpse into Vhalla's room and eye the girl's rather futile efforts to reach the zipper on her suit. At this rate, she was quite likely to hurt herself. A soft sigh left his lips as he turned, stepping over the threshold of the girl's bedroom. "Let me get that." He voiced, those baritone words decidedly quiet in the silence of her apartment. His fingers reached up, slowly plucking that zipper only to pull it with care down her petite figure. His hands, calloused though they were, moved with care as his palms pushed that clingy material off her shoulders, assisting her in pulling it from her arms whilst never quite moving from behind her, at least attempting to provide the girl some measure of modesty despite his presence. He peeled the suit further down, uncovering that red ribbon tied around her stomach, the absence of that black material providing him a view of the scars that lined her spine and yet, he hardly voiced a word of what he saw upon her form. Instead, his hands settled upon her hips, pushing that material further down her feminine figure, even if it seemed unwilling to release it's hold on her. Eventually, that suit was settled on the floor in a pile around her feet, the man entirely satisfied enough with his job to step away from her, "Shout if you...fall and...can't get up or something." He commented behind him as he turned, fully intending to leave her to tend to her wounds herself.