The were-panther was entirely oblivious at the emotion that filled the young woman at the mention of his rather eventful past. He saw no shame or dejection in admitting things were as they were. He could not change the past, could not hide it under a veil of pretty things and, quite frankly, his experience with his vampire mistress made up much of who he was today. A small shrug crossed the man's shoulders, truly caring either way anymore. He was free from her now and, quite frankly, that was all that really mattered to him. He tried to do dwell on he woman any more then necessary though with his sister back in his life it wasn't particularly hard not too. Though, then again, he was also trying particularly hard not to dwell on that either. It was perhaps that which contributed to Tetradore immediately shifting the subject instead to Isolt and the woman that had left the poor girl behind. His head tilted inquisitively to the side as he listened to the story she told. "Sand huh? What a peculiar start to a friendship." He muttered in a thoughtful fashion before another shrug crossed his shoulders. "Although I really can't complain. I found Tobias in the forest attempting to eat a tree....and then he tried to gnaw on my ear..." His hand rose, rubbing the back of his head in an almost boyish fashion.

The sight of the Ark, however, quickly distracted the man from the prospect of their childhood friends, instead abruptly bringing another passing fancy to the forefront of his mind. His thoughts were fleeting at best, shifting dramatically from one idea to another and only acting on the ones that hung immediately in front of him. His pivoted on his heels, walking backward as his emerald eyes intently watched the vampire in front of him, momentarily allured by the shift in her fiery locks by the gentle sea-faring breeze. His own inhibitions had fallen drastically as the alcohol he consumed to continue to tighten it's old upon him, causing him to reach out in a fashion that he perhaps might not have even dreamed to do if his wits were in anyway still around him. His fingers gingerly brushed against her flesh to tuck a few flying wisps safely back behind her ear before his hand drifted down to embrace her slender porcelain fingers.

Tetradore pivoted again, pulling her along with him back towards the seemingly dilapidated cargo ship that had become his home. He navigated the docks with ease bred only by familiarity and a comfortableness that he had finally returned to his domain. The briefest of nods was given towards the were-jackal that stood at his solitary stationary post outside of the discreet gangplank, dragging the girl along into the warm brightness of the Ark's interior. He paused as he stepped over the threshold, his gaze immediately shifting to the woman beside her, allowing her to look over the large room they found themselves in. The Ark was already beginning to fill up with the were-species. The first fights of the night had only just begun within the ring, a crowd already pressing in on them. Alcohol had only just started flowing from the bar, causing the room to seem much more crowded then it might otherwise have been had the fighting been going on for a while.

Overhead, the muted sound of music played, music chosen by the bartender to match the mood of the facility. "What do you think?" He cooed softly in her ear, strangely attentive to her judgement of his home. He already knew far too well that Tobias reveled in the place and Nadya hated it with some vehement hypocrisy and yet, in that moment none of their opinions mattered any more then the one of the girl he stood so particularly close to. The song over head changed, bringing his emerald gaze upward. "Nadya loves this song. She makes Sandra play it every single time she does bother to come here." Tetradore shook his head ever so slightly as he contemplated just how pathetic it was that he knew all the lyrics before the man turned back towards the woman in front of him, abruptly pulling her lithe figure closer towards him, his hand coming to rest upon her hip as he leaned forward ever so slightly, his forehead only an inch from her own. His emerald eyes stared at the crystalline ones staring up at him, his voice a barely heard whisper in the crowd that seemed to part around him, "Dance with me." His baritone voice inquired in a husky fashion, waiting for her acceptance before he moved even an inch further.