you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

She was altogether surprised when he meows back to her almost instantly, a moment of shock etches into her features before she grins at him unabashedly. Vhalla can't help but note the fangs produced from the curl of his lip and remember when he could have easily used those teeth of his to cause harm to her during their first meeting, but he didn't. Perhaps he should have but she was somewhat... thankful that he didn't. She had far too many scars to count and by the looks of his canines those would result in some very, very wicked wounds. Pushing the thought away briefly, she notes the way his fur bristles and the assassin isn't entirely sure if he was annoyed or simply playing, she wasn't quite adept to feline emotions, though she seemed to be getting better.

Tetradore seemed far different in his shifted form than his human skin but the same. His feline form explained the many traits he possessed as a human; like the way he was able to sneak up on her so easily and that stillness that engulfed him every time the assassin had met him. It was strange, but it fit. After she mentions to him that perhaps she's crazy she's astonished to hear a chuffing noise made in his throat, equivalent to laughter she assumed, she didn't realize cats could laugh; perhaps they didn't too often, "You sound like you're about to cough up a hairball."

When she reaches out a hand to touch his fur, she's pleasantly surprised at the softness, if not but a little stunned when he pushes that large head of his into her hand, reaching up with her other hand, she strokes his fur a small laugh emitting from her throat, a real laugh, though it be but small, "Would I be asking too much if I asked you to sit down and roll over? Maybe I'll pet your belly," she teases as she continues to scratch behind his ears. She continues on in silence for a few moments before Tet pulls away from her, her calloused hands suddenly cold at the absence of his body, but she folds her hands behind her back nonetheless.

Vhalla is amused briefly by the way he uses his nose to get underneath the blanket and she almost helps him but decides against it, he was doing a fairly good job by himself without the use of her opposable thumbs.

When he is successfully under the blanket, the large cat simply lays down and the shift shudders through his body after he regards her, she wonders in that moment if he is actually going to shift, she didn't mind his company either way it helped pass her restless night. The assassin can't help but watch in a form of fascination as she watches his shift, how quickly it came and went where a cat lay moments before, a man is before her. Was it impolite to stare? Her blue eyes rove his features as he flops back into the couch using that hand to hold his head a grin lightening his own eyes. She's taken aback at how much it transforms him from that brooding man to someone of a somewhat boyish nature. It was distracting.

Shifting from one foot to the other, she allows her eyes to roam his chest briefly before his deep lyrics bring her wandering eyes back to his face. The man was far too good looking for his own good, she had a feeling Tetradore knew it too. Furrowing her brows thoughtfully, she takes a few steps backwards to sit on that bench, her slender fingers curled around the edge as she leans in his direction, pondering the familiar name. "Who's that? I've heard of him before," she questions falling silent so Tet has a moment to answer. She briefly considers his statement about patrolling the area; she wasn't all the surprised, it had been months ago but she vaguely remembers The Ark not being too far from her warehouse, it really wasn't all that surprising knowing the two prowled the same parts of Sacrosanct.

Watching that continuous smile tugging at his lips makes Vhalla want to crack a grin at him return but she fights it, though it twinkles in her eyes all the same. When he comments on wanting to listen to her play more, she pauses, searching his features for any scorn, worried he was making fun of her. She's surprised to find none and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it thoughtfully as she considers him. It was hard deny him anything with the way he is reclined so casually on her couch, naked, mind you, that boyish smile dancing on his lips. The assassin appraises him silently for a moment, her fingers finally loosening on the edge of the bench as she twirls around to face the piano. He had already heard her play, but still, she feels a little self conscious as she pushes the cover back her fingers brushing the keys lightly.

"Fine, I'll play for you, but you owe me something in return," she says, glancing over her shoulder at him her eyes hooded before she draws her attention back to the piano not giving the man a moment to object. Taking a deep breath, the tension releases from her shoulders as her fingers begin to dance across the keys creating an entirely new song. It rises and falls, the music stripping her bare as it all but sings her emotions, her heartbreak and sorrow and she feels a small bit of happiness tugging in the pit of her stomach; she was never able to share this with someone else and though she never imagined she would be sharing it with Tetradore, she does. An entirely serene expression engulfs her, her relaxed body swaying in time with the melody she creates. She doesn't sing this time, that was something far too... intimate. The assassin wasn't sure she was ready to show someone that, even if he had heard her before.

She plays and plays and plays.

Each song smoothly transitioning into the next, never breaking until her fingers are too exhausted to play anymore she finally ends. What felt like but a moment lost in her music, in reality, had been a quarter of an hour as she halts, the last of the notes trailing off in the silence. She stays there, her fingers caressing the keys lightly before she turns around, watching Tetradore carefully. Vhalla wasn't entirely sure why she had played for him but she had. The woman felt something had shifted, what that was exactly, the assassin was still unsure herself.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered