Despite the shake of those auburn locks, Tetradore hardly believed the the potion was worth the exuberant gratitude that she offered him. A soft, nearly exasperated sigh left his lips at her abrupt disagreement of his attempt to brush off her gratitude though it was hardly disgruntled in any fashion. Such appreciativeness was entirely foreign to the man. For nearly a decade such recognition went entirely unappreciated, not that he had ever been one to perform acts worth such thankfulness to begin with, at least not for her. This moment, this breath of sunlight, this wistful wish was extended entirely for her own benefit, his first real present since his release into the vibrantly real world. Never the less, even though she seemed insistent to provide him with some viable form of gratitude, he was entirely caught off guard by the sensation of her arms draping around his figure. It took him a moment to fully understand that he was in fact being hugged, the feat occurring only once before within his adult life. Slowly, he reached around, letting his arms embrace the girl's slender waist. She was cold to his touch, that part he remembered well and yet there was a certain peculiar sensation of the weight of his hands upon her physic, even if it was fleeting.

He felt her begin to pull away and without even the slightest of hesitations the man released his grip upon her, allowing her to bask in the sunrise that was entirely her own to enjoy. That was, until the sensation of her lips brushing against his cheek saw him freeze in is place, her breath hot upon his skin as she whispered ever so sweetly within his ear. "You're welcome, Isolt." He responded, his husky baritone voice just as soft and gentle as her own much fairer voice. His emerald gaze lingered upon her haunting figure as she straightened, her gaze turning back towards the horizon only to break the stillness with an ardor he had never before seen or heard mirrored within her. "The beach?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he considered the venture that she proposed for them, slowly, his gaze drifted within the general direction of the west side and the shores that were his designated home. He heard the elation that resonated within her lyrics as she continued to voice with such childlike glee. It was enough to make him consider the proposition before him.

His eyes glanced downwards towards the watch fastened so securely around his wrist, glancing at the small hands that moved with the same methodical rhythm even after all these years. It was a new piece for him, a gift from his sibling when she'd returned home to the everlasting remains of ash and wood that were beginning to be taken by the nature that had surrounded them. He had made a mental note of the exact minute they had stepped out onto the fire escape, quickly calculating how much time was remaining within their designated window and how long it would take to get to the beach in the Aventador, depending on how many laws he wished to break. Eventually, however, the man nodded firmly, "Just enough, I think." He stated, glancing up at her to convey with a concern that was entirely unusual for him, "Just for a few minutes, you have to be careful." Slowly, the man rose, reaching down to offer her a hand to the brilliant sight of seashore and sun that would soon await her.