It seemed no secret that concern laced every facet of the man's features, contorting that once indifferent facade into a wilting frown of uncertainty. Never the less, Tetradore hardly wished such anxiety upon the crimson haired vampire either. Delicately, he enveloped his fingertips within the slender frigid ones of her own. There was hardly a thought given to the arctic temperatures that surrounded her flesh - those that spoke of death and the supernatural resurrection. It was entirely a norm for him - that feeling. For years that Siberian sensation was the only thing he had known. Tetradore led her down the steeled staircase and back into her room. He led her down the half lit hallway and the stair cases to the luxurious sports car awaiting them in the front of her building. He brought her into the leather seat, closing the door securely behind her before he settled beside her. The key was immediately placed into the ignition, the vehicle purring to life under his calloused fingertips. He glanced over, ensuring the girl was secured in her seat before pressing down the pedal.

Generally speaking, road laws had always meant particularly little for the were-creature. Not when his mistress alone had defied whatever authoritative figure had dared to attempt to enforce them. For Isolt, however, he did his best to at least stay within the margin of accepted speeding. The young vampire had a habit of bringing out his best behaviors, as if he hardly wanted to show her the true creature he was capable of being - regardless of weather or not she had seen glimpses of that very thing during her stay in Risque's club. His emerald eyes momentarily tarried off the road, glancing towards the woman at his side as she spoke so fondly of memories he could hardly begin to relate to. Rather then damper the moment, the man remained silent, letting her bask within those glorious tendrils of a thriving life she'd once so liberally taken advantage of.

The car crawled to a stop quite literally upon the beach itself. Ever since living within the Ark, Tetradore had gotten far better at judging the change of the tides, his phone even set to alerting him of any peculiar behavior within the water itself. For now, however, he knew the vehicle would be safe where she currently rested - they would be long gone before hide tide came in. Slowly he extracted himself from the car, allowing the woman to leap from the vehicle and abandon the sandals that had once encompassed her dainty feet. He moved toward the front of the car, leaning against it's warm hood with his hands tucked within his pockets. His emerald gaze watched the girl as she danced amongst the granules and the crisp autumn zephyr. He watched the way the light bathed her figure and, occasionally, he too would check the watch upon his wrist in careful monitoring of the time that slipped away from them.

It was only at the impish beckon of her finger that Tetradore stirred, pushing away from the vehicle to join the girl on the warm beaches she so treasured. In an entirely lackadaisical fashion, the man stepped through the sand, coming to stand beside her. his features momentarily upturned towards the sun, letting the warm rays of light brighten his usually stoic features.