Despite the weak simper that crossed his masculine features, Tetradore was determined to allow her some measure of liberation from her inhibitions. If anyone deserved it she very well did. The fact that she had tried was hardly a surprising one to him and surely helped to bring about his next action. In truth, his sense of self preservation of late seemed to have left him. Although really, he couldn't rightly say he'd ever really had a strong desire to live in the first place, merely forced to do so by a vampire mistress that was determined to keep him alive, mostly well, and generally within her care. Now though, without any lingering force determined to keep him in one piece, and given the consideration of things of late, his recklessness had somehow become greater. There was little hesitation in letting the blade slide over his wrist, dropping the knife back on the ceramic plate with a clatter. His gaze only briefly shifted to the woman as she rushed to the kitchen to fetch a towel, using the moment to fill her whiskey with his own life force. His emerald eyes were slowly drawn to her direction as she came to stand before him, allowing her to take his arm within her hand. He felt her fingertips press the towel against his laceration, her sweet feminine voice speaking towards him.

A soft snort left his nose though he failed to respond in any verbal matter. The notion that his blood was somehow precious was quite laughable to the man. Lately, it had been made clear to him that he was hardly precious to any that he surrounded himself with. Nadya and Tobias had seen fit to fuck behind his back, keeping it a secret from him until he had stumbled upon it himself only to have his sister blame him for the entire affair before springing the news of her pregnancy upon him. The entire string of thoughts was enough to make him reach for the entire bottle before him, finding a strong need for the amber liquor within. He was hardly concerned for the laceration he'd caused upon himself, glancing to it was disinterest as she uncovered it. He had both heard and experienced the healing effects of the vampire blood before though his vampire mistress had taken particular pleasure in ensuring that he drank it from her rather then merely gifting it to him. A glimpse of surprise danced across his features as she bit into her own flesh, dripping a bit of her own blood onto his split flesh. He was astonished to find his wound healing rapidly on it's own accord, fueled by the magic within her own blood. "Huh." He commented softly to himself.

Gingerly he nursed the bottle, sipping on the alcohol as if it was somehow life giving in nature before letting his chin rest upon the edge, his gaze shifting towards the woman across from him. For a small moment, his gaze met her own crystalline ones though he made no effort to break the silence between them. After all he hardly had been able to say anything to her to date that hadn't somehow blown up within his face. A brief look of confusion crossed his masculine features at the simper he found himself staring at. His eyebrows crinkled together in uncertainty, if only because he had no notion of what he had done to bring such a rare emotion to her fair feminine face. Whatever bewilderment he held was momentarily placed at bay as her glass rose to her lips, dictating allowance for him to do the same. He savored the taste of the whiskey on his tongue before it found it's place against upon he table, his attention grasped by the woman's voice. A small sad laugh left his lips, "It's nice to know I'm more of the savory type." He commented simply before letting them fall to silence again.

It wasn't until several moments later that Tetradore found the desire to speak again, offering her the smallest of compliments, "You look quite beautiful, even in death." He spoke softly, his emerald eyes softening as he gazed at her. His features contorted to a more somber look, his eyes looking away as if he couldn't bare to stare at her any longer. His guilt and shame still eating away at his soul. "I never wanted you to die." He whispered softly, his gaze settling on the liquid within his bottle. "I tried to save you....but it wasn't enough." Tetradore was still haunted by that night perhaps as much as she was. There were so many things he never said to her, things he let be brushed under the rug in the belief that somehow it was kinder to her to forget the matter all together. Unfortunately, some things could never fully be forgotten. It was a fact he had learned the hard way after suffering through her looks of fear and and resentment - looks that he had surely deserved.