For the man who hated the cold with such vehemence, it was perhaps peculiar that the sea might draw his attention. The raw energy of nature's anger had always been a fascinating point for him, even as a boy. Where his sister would shriek at the sound of thunderstorms, Tetradore had always been entirely content to play in the rain with lightning flashing over head till his father had quite literally been forced to drag the boy back within the warmth of their home. There was something alluring about the danger, the magnificence of treacherous world that surrounded them. His head tilted to the side as he eyed the piece, appreciating the allure of the world depicted so perfectly within each and every brush stroke on the canvas. Her words, however, slowly pulled his gaze from the painting, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly at her words. To be frank, Tetradore had known so little of the girl, little enough that he was entirely surprised by just how much of an connoisseur of the arts she was. "I hadn't known." He muttered after a moment, his emerald eyes tracing back towards the piece in front of him. "Perhaps I will have to get my hands on one." Tetradore added, a small, sly simper crossing his masculine features.

His gaze turned with hers towards the vehicle in the center of the room, watching the girl as she eyed it with such an adoration that he had never before seen within the fairer gender. It certainly served to bring a smile on his face, prompting the suggestion that they take that very vehicle on their return trip to her humble abode. After all, since he had dragged her out in such weather, it only seemed fair that he should too return her and secure her safety before the rise of the sun that so abhorred her species. Tetradore watched as the woman slid towards the passenger seat with such decided grace, his own masculine figure making it's way towards the driver's side of the luxurious sport's vehicle. The man slid into his own seat with the practiced maneuver of spending far too many hours behind that very wheel. The man reached out, pressing a button on the dashboard that brought the vehicle roaring to life beneath his fingertips. He reached upwards to press a button on the small box on the visor and with a groan the metal door at the back of the ship began to move.

The concern that laced her soprano lyrics was not entirely ignored, the man's gaze momently deviating from the blistery outside to the female beside him. There was a soft chuckle on his lips at her uncertainty, a small shrug crossing his shoulder and yet he reached over to buckle the seat belt all the same, if only to satisfy her fears. In truth, he was hardly concerned about his state of inebriation - though he supposed most drunk people weren't. Never the less, the car had always been an extension of himself, he had always driven above the speed laws, he'd always pushed the boundaries of the law just as he too might have outdriven the police a few times. There was a flippant wave to his hand as he reached down to put the car in gear, his foot easing on the pedal the same way that it always did. Although speed limits had always meant very little to him, Tetradore had made a point to ensure his recklessness didn't particularly exceed that of any other normal driver except perhaps a few too quick lane changes. All in all, the man ensured that the two arrived at the apartment safe and sound, despite the dwindling nothingness that the liquor had given him, leaving his mind to wander in all the places he had particularly tried to avoid that night - like his sibling. Never the less, Tetradore did make an effort to be the epitome of gentleman-ness, as much as the rough around the edges man perhaps could. He braved the cold to open her door, just as he too accompanied her up the steps and to the front of the apartment that she called her own. After all, one couldn't say he didn't at least try.