It was genuinely rare when the were-panther made the effort to attempt to impress anyone, much less an individual of the fairer gender. In fact, Tetradore could quite truthfully admit that he had not endeavored such a feat in many number of years, not since his adolescence at best. Never the less, the inebriated man found himself looking over his shoulder as he led his guest through the public corridors and deeper into the bowls of the hold. He watched with glee the way her crystalline gaze seemed to take in every facet of his rather magnificent ship with a sense of hardly hidden awe. Her reaction brought a grin to his masculine features - one that remained present as he paused in front of the large imposing doors to his veritable treasure trove. A lingering glance was given towards the girl at his side before he pulled open the large doors - revealing the secrets that lingered deep within. His emerald gaze lingered upon her as she stood in the middle of the room, her mouth covered with her hand in a continued gesture of astonishment. Tetradore gestured ever so slightly for the girl to continue her perusal, drifting throughout the warehouse in her wake.

The man paused at the sound of the young female's voice, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he came to stand next to her. His emerald eyes stared at the painting she seemed to behold so, a small shrug crossing his shoulders as he eyed the way the objects in the painting seemed to melt and meld in ways that they shouldn't. "Eh." He commented, the piece failing to move him as it so her. To him it was merely a painting of a melted lady rather then some magnificent master piece. "There's another over there that I prefer more." He commented, reaching out to take her hand and drag her further down to another portion of the warehouse. The were was surprisingly picky of his art, choosing only what appealed to him - what moved him rather then the name of the artist painting it. The fact that he owned a Salvador Dali might have been entirely magnificent alone to some but for Tetradore it was merely another item amongst his treasure trove, favored not as highly as perhaps some of his other pieces despite it's perceived worth - it was a prime example of the man's dangerously stubborn nature.

With his fingers interlaced in her's, Tetradore led her several rows deeper into the building to pause in front of a large painting of a ship at rough sea, the clouds above angry and none-the-less beautiful. "It's a...Aivazovsky...I think." He commented, his head tilting once again as he eyed the painting in front of him, "Jackal says it's bad luck to put a stormy ship in the captain's quarters though." Tetradore added with an almost weak simper upon his features. There was a small shrug upon his shoulders at her probing inquiry, her questions brushed off with a small flick of his wrist. "Some where left here from the Ark's previous owner, others are payment for services and some are just here till they get sold." Despite the masterpieces within his collection, Tetradore was surprisingly flippant about their existence, even alluding to the more nefarious deeds that went on behind the Ark's closed doors - arrangements which he oversaw and directly benefitted from.

It was the mention of the luxury vehicle that caused the woman to receive Tetradore's full attention, a wicked grin crossing his masculine features. "Often." He replied, his gaze shifting towards it before drifting to the woman at his side, "Would you like to go out?" He inquired, gesturing slightly towards the vehicle. He was overjoyed at the prospect of showing her the luxury car - much like a child might be. "Come on, I can take you home instead of walking through that fucking cold again." He commented, quite ecstatic by the idea as he led her towards the darkly colored sports car.