This life, this world of pain, of shifting and changing, of being something else was all Tetradore had ever known. The man had been born what he was, that animal had existed within him before he could even comprehend his own existence. It was different, he supposed, to those who were changed. Their whole lives were split apart by two opposing world's. It could be jarring and, at time, he certainly pitied them. Hell, he pitied his own creation, struck with that guilt of so biting the man and yet, determined to make it right in what way he could. He shook his head ever so slightly, his own words more museful in response, "I don't think you could begin to even fathom it." Those words left his lips in a soft mutter, at least, before that impish grin crossed her features and her fingers found their way into his locks. It was that single comment of liking that feline skin better, however, that drew his own playfulness from him, causing the man to reach out and wrap his arms around her waist, dragging her against him till her back was resting against his bare chest. That laugh that left her lips only further spurred his actions as his chin nestled on her shoulder, that singular word uttered sweetly within her ear.

That glee, however, was entirely fleeting as those smells so assaulted his nose, the sight of those marks upon her neck entirely noticed by the ever observant male. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, entirely capable of connecting those dots, even if he did offer the woman some subtle attempt to reassure him, to a degree, that things were not as he so assumed them to be. The answer he was provided, however, did anything but, only further confirming that simple fact he now knew to be true. Not only was she not single, but it was quite clear her lover was of the undead variety. Still, she clearly was...unhappy with him, to be so open to Tetradore's advances, if that was indeed what this was. His grasp loosened around her waist, no longer attempting to toy with her as the reality of that situation set in and yet, the woman hardly seemed inclined to move. Rather, she nestled further into his chest, providing him with a small yawn as that exhaustion so set in. Tetradore remained altogether silent as they rested upon the sofa, his gaze only shifting towards her as those breaths turned deeper and heavier, so suggesting she'd found some resemblance of sleep.

The were King hardly moved, at least, not initially, simply nestling into that couch with her form held against him. He could hardly deny the concern that the man whom she'd allowed to bite her might return, and yet, as those hours wore on, there was nothing but silence in that apartment and accompanying warehouse. In fact, it was but those whispered whimpers that left the woman's lips that drew him from that idle napping, his own eyebrows furrowed as his emerald eyes adjusted to that light that still reseted within the apartment. The man could literally feel the fear that rolled off of her, produced by those nightmares she was so afflicted with. For several moments, he simply watched her, waiting to see if those terrors would come to an end, that affinity only reaching out when they worsened, quite literally taking that fear from her. It was a gift of sorts, to provide her with a single restful night and yet, with dawn quickly approaching he was unwilling to linger any longer lest that vampire return. It was with care that he slowly wiggled out from underneath the woman, draping that blanket she'd offered him upon her before, in turn, letting that shift overcome him. For a moment, that panther remained there, watching her to ensure she slept soundly. Briefly, he leaned forward, letting his nose brush gingerly against her cheek before he turned, simply disappearing into that quickly fading darkness.