Tetradore could hardly deny the comfort he found within the warmth that so embraced him as he stepped into that steamy bathroom. The feline had always been more partial to the warmer weather, often remaining indoors during the cold months and yet, that Bugatti was enough to coax him from the depths of the Ark - just as the heat in her bathroom was enough to coax him to linger. Tetradore gave the woman a moment to find some measure of comfort as she settled on the edge of that bathtub, her back placed towards him. He reached out for that hot towel, his hands particularly gentle as he worked the blood from her flesh. Her softly uttered word of thanks was met with a soft, 'Mmhm'. Tetradore was, indeed, quite content to fall into that silence that so surrounded them as he continued to work. It was after several moments of silence passed that his lips parted, voicing quite simply that she needed to regard her life with at least some measure of care. Tetradore was all too aware of that sudden shift within her, the girl's entire body seeming to tense beneath his hands as if he had somehow burned her with just that glimpse of...was it care? Did he care? A small frown crossed his lips and yet, even his pause was altogether fleeting as that soft sigh caused her whole frame to melt in a fashion that seemed almost...defeated.

The man was well aware of the fashion in which that towel fell and yet, he hardly reacted to it, simply moving instead to the other shoulder and rid it of the same remaining spots of crimson that marred her flesh. He listened to those words she spoke and yet, it was the familiarity of it all that hit him quite like a freight train. His own body tensed ever so slightly, his features hardening at those memories of emotions he knew all too well. Tetradore was, perhaps, one of the few individuals who could truly relate in some fashion or another. "Expectations change." He stated gruffly, his tone altogether different from that usual lackadaisical deadpan voice he so often presented the world with. "Your a particularly...challenging girl, I'm surprised you'd just give in when being told something like that." He knew what it was like to have his whole life constrained to being a mere pet, to know that hoping for anything more was entirely futile and yet, he'd also gone through to see the other side. After years of torture and torment and killing, he'd somehow stepped out of the depths of that dungeon and now....God, now he still had no fucking clue of what to make of this world that had suddenly been thrust upon him, one he'd never expected to live enough to see in the first place. It was that which caused him to speak once again, that disturbance finally giving way back to the usually apathetic man he was. "The world occasionally surprises you."

He fell again into that silence, pushing the last of that blood off of shoulder blade. Somehow, the woman knew when that task was completed, her fingers reaching up to rest against his own hand. That touch was immediately awarded with the entirety of his attention, his emerald eyes falling upon her fingers as his eyebrows furrowed. He hadn't expected anything such as this - to be afforded even a glimpse of that more...gentle demeanor. "Your welcome." He stated simply, watching her for a moment longer before she seemed to realize truly what she had done. He hardly reacted as she snatched her towel away from him, the were merely shrugging before he turned to leave that bathroom. He doubted entirely that she would call him back and, truth be told, he had little reason to press his presence upon her. Rather, Tetradore merely paused within that living room to fetch that now empty bottle. The man moved with ease through that warehouse, letting the front door of that building shut securely behind him. God he hated how much she sounded like him, the man unconsciously drawing that jacket closer, altogether aware that, tonight, he'd likely be beset with those nightmares of that cruel simper of the woman he'd once heralded as 'mistress'.