The sheer ability to own physical items, to have something material and tangible that was his alone was a gift that Tetradore could hardly say he had experienced for most of his life. Everything had belonged to Risque. The bed he slept in, the clothes he'd worn, the car he drove. It was hers to take and give as she saw fit and oh how she did just that. She gave him wonders when he did something she proclaimed "good" of her pet, and took everything from him all those times he had so vigorously rebelled. It was perhaps this decorated past that saw him so intent upon the notion to be able to finally give something physical to show his interest within the red head - he had prior to now, nothing to give. The shell, although the olive branch it was, was almost epitome of his previous life style. Up until now the only gifts that had been at his disposal had been the things he could find around himself - things he had to give quickly lest they be taken from him. His emerald eyes lingered upon the girl that stared at the shell resting gingerly within her cupped hands, his question hovering with in the air.

He had spent precious little time in dwelling on what the vexing vampire might have thought about the truth lacing his words. He hadn't considered that his affections might be written off only due to his loose tongue and lowered inhibitions. His feelings for her, however, were entirely genuine. His emerald gaze caught the pink hue of her cheeks, a small hint of satisfaction radiating somewhere deep within his stomach, bringing a soft feline sound to the back of his throat - something akin to a purr. He noted the way in which she seemed to offer the smallest of nervous giggles and yet, the man remained entirely steadfast, simply waiting for a response, his unwavering presence almost demanding one. He watched in stillness as her gaze shifted to the floor, her mind clearly churning over all the wants that laid somewhere hidden deep within her. The words she offered him, however, caught the man entirely off guard, causing him to only look at her with simple surprise for one moment, allowing the vampire to free laugh it off before flicking her wrist as if to somehow wave off the impossible. Despite the monumental task ahead of him, Tetradore found himself reaching out, his fingers wrapping around his wrist as if to forbid her from simply pushing aside her fantasies. In the action, he found himself pulling her closer towards his muscular figure, his face hovering mere inches from hers. "If it is a sunrise you want, then I shall find you one." He whispered softly, his nose momentarily brushing against hers as he finds himself once again taken with her - her sudden closeness was entirely difficult for him to ignore.

His lips brushed sweetly against her cheek, the hair upon his upper lip tickling at her flesh before he released the girl - content to let her move onto whatever distraction she had conjured up for him. The prospect of showing her around his domain was a difficult one if only because there was very little in the ship in way of glamorous decor beyond the hall way and room that they stood in. Still, there was one place that had fleetingly crossed his mind. It was a storage room of sorts, or had become one though certainly not typical by any means. Tetradore let her out of his bedroom and through the labyrinth of the ship with relative ease. He intimately knew every dark twist and corner of the floating brig, having long sense taken it upon himself to learn every nook of the world he took over in order to ensure it's continued maintenance. He paused in front of a set of steel doors, fitting the key from his desk into the large padlock that kept them shut. His emerald eyes glanced back at her, a small boyish simper upon his face as he pushed open the door, stepping into the darkness beyond. It took him a second to feel out the light switch on the wall - the room quickly flooding with light. The far corners of the storage room were filled with shelves - decorated with all types of ornate golden vases and decorations, intricate trinkets, and valuable paintings that he'd yet to find a use for. In the middle, there sat a black sports car, the one he'd acquired from the previous owner of the ship. It was, in some fashion or another, a glorified trophy room and one that rather few knew the actual extent of.