There was little doubt that the creature's feline form had a way of making the man more expressive in some manner of speaking. His body gave away far more then that human frame from the flick of his tail to the position of his ears, those very instinctual inclinations impossible to control in the same way he so effortlessly commanded stillness of that human flesh. There was a certain hint of amusement within the depths of those emerald eyes, a chuffing sound reverberating in the back of his throat, displaying the man's entertainment of that simple notion of the girl attempting to converse with any jaguar she found on the hopes it might be him. The woman regarded him with clear inquisitiveness before ever so bluntly stating that he sounded more like he was going to cough up a hairball then enjoying that comment she'd offered. A soft huff left his lips, clearly quite insulted that she might so mistake his laughter for something so particularly undignified. The man turned his head from her, almost as if he refused to speak to her in retaliation of those teasing lyrics, though his annoyance was perhaps more mock then genuine.

It was only that movement of the woman's body as she shifted from that piano bench that drew his attention once again, her hand reaching out to delicately brush against the flesh on the top of his head in a fashion that few ever really dared to do. Samantha, perhaps, the last soul whom had ever actually tried to pet the feline. Still, that reaction she received from the man was far more accepting in nature, the creature leaning into not only her hand but her whole frame as she continued to scratch behind his ears. That laughter she presented him with cause his emerald eyes to turn upwards at her in an inquisitive fashion and yet, those words she offered him next were met with but a roll of his eyes. It was startlingly clear in that moment that she certainly had been truthful when she'd stated she'd never had a cat before. Otherwise, she surely would have known a feline upon it's back was more akin to a trap than anything else. Dogs might be willing to put up with those belly scratches but felines? Oh no, they were a different monster altogether.

Still, Tetradore hardly moved for several moments afterwards, simply allowing her to scratch behind his ears for quite a bit longer before the panther slowly rose to his feet, stepping away from her only to move towards that sofa and the blanket she had previously offered him. He was rather inattentive to that glimpse of amusement upon her features at his struggling antics with that blanket, the feline succeeding several moments later to so navigate that soft cotton material in the fashion he so desired it. His attention was entirely steadfast at that change that so assaulted his frame, oblivious of that look of fascination that crossed the woman's fair features as she looked on. It always hurt, to at least some degree, his body so often in a state of simple aching from that change that ravaged his form and yet, Tetradore was entirely used to it by now. Even though there was still a slight sheen of sweat upon his forehead, the man was all too content to simply flop upon that sofa beneath him, nestling into that blanket before those emerald eyes once again turned towards the young woman, aware only then at the weight of her gaze.

There was a small simper settled across his features as he regarded her and yet, he was more than willing to be that sort of eye-candy for the woman, entirely unashamed of that fit physique that those fights he so often engaged in produced. Regardless, Tetradore was willing enough to answer those questions that had moments ago rested upon her lips - such as why he was here in the first place. Frost was a...particularly vexing topic for the man, one that caused that simper to falter but momentarily in the place of a glance that was far more stressed in nature. "He is the Alpha of a pack in the South. He was the one who killed me, terrorized Samantha, hurt Raven, and apparently is dating my sister but she's trying to keep that from me and pretends to be a good Beta while blaming Tobias for everything." He fell silent then, his eyebrows furrowed ever so briefly as he realized how easily she had so coaxed such words from his lips. In truth, he spoke to no one of those stressors that so assaulted him on a daily basis. He spoke to no one of his woes with his sister or his feelings of his niece and nephew or the pack at large and yet, with a simple inquiry, that almost calmed nature within her had brought the truth of that life tumbling easily from his lips.

The truth of that situation that he found himself in, however, was brushed away with that flick of his wrist, that boyish grin once again settling upon his features as he inquired if she was going to continue to play for him. His gaze met the girl's blue eyes in an inquisitive fashion, entirely unaware that she thought him teasing her rather than the simple truth that he enjoyed it. Tetradore watched the way in which her teeth so played with the girl's bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowing but briefly at that small urge to so bite it if she was going to continue toying with it in such a fashion. Abruptly, she turned towards that piano and, in return, Tetradore leaned his head back against the armrest of that sofa. It was that mention of owing her something in return that saw the man's gaze turn back towards her and yet, before he could inquire as to what she wanted, her fingers touched the first of those keys, that melody quickly filling the room and prompting silence from the man as he remained upon her sofa.

He listened to each of those smooth notes and soft songs she played, never once interrupting her through that moment that even he was capable of recognizing as particularly intimate. Rather, it was only in the aftermath that Tetradore shifted ever so slightly, his emerald eyes briefly met the blue Vhalla's own as she regarded him with a glimpse of emotion even he couldn't quite place. Nevertheless, Tetradore found himself reaching out to her, providing her with his outstretched hand, palm up with a clear suggestion that she join him on the sofa, though why he offered her such closeness to even his own frame, he wasn't quite sure. It took months for Samantha to coax such a comfort from him and yet, she managed to do so all within the span of one night. There was certainly more to that woman than what met his eyes the first time he met her and yet, even now, Tetradore was rather assured there were still even more layers to her than what he considered.