In complete truth, the man had never considered the sheer significance that the presence of that shining celestial sphere held over the demure vampire. He could never have begun to anticipate the magnitude of its meaning, much less the allegorical phoenix-like resurgence it seemed to hold over her. The sun was no great mistress to his feral beast, her representation had been but a reprieve to the sadistic vampire that had once held sway over him but it was only in such time alone that he had held any great love of those beaming, warm lights. It had always been the pallor of the colder moon that had created such a incessant need within him. She was his very nature, an inseparable force of nature. In that, he supposed he found her umbrage prison hardly as atrocious as she so seemed to cast it. But perhaps such was only the surface of their veritable differences. Nevertheless, he remained still and silent upon the front of his vehicle, allowing the young woman to bask unabashedly within the light she so treasured. His arms were folded across his chest, his striking emerald eyes drifting occasionally from the comforting sound of the seashore to the vampire's whimsical movements to the face of his finely tuned watch and back again. After all, this was her moment - limited though it may be.

It wasn't until the curl of her finger and the sly simper upon her fair features that saw the were-creature move from his lackadaisical post. His heavy shoes, made noticeable ribbed prints in the sand as he made his way towards her. He hesitated before the woman, his vibrant gaze questioning at best despite the silence that so seemed to linger between them. He was aware, in some fashion or another, the weight of her crystalline gaze upon him, observing him the same mannerism that he too had earlier been so inquisitively eying her. The warmth of the glow upon her satiny skin seemed to transform her much in the same fashion the she seemed so affixed by the sight of that bright light touching the carmel of his own hardened flesh. The moment, however, what but fleeting before she turned away from him again, presenting him with her spine as she let her gaze linger upon the glorious sun. Slowly, he stepped around her just enough to stand at her side, eying the sphere that hung low over the sea - just above the horizon. There was, he supposed, a certain sort of delicate allure to the fashion in which the colors cast by the light seemed to so paint the sky, even if their hue had turned brighter and livelier since their rooftop rendezvous, coaxing but a soft, "Mmhm." from the male.

He allowed the silence to continue to exist between them, having always been more of the stoic sort himself. He saw no room to speak, no words that might not take away the splendor of her first morning in nearly a year. His gaze shifted towards the female as she moved, bending over to pluck something from the depths of the nearly bottomless sand. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly when she turned towards him, timid trepidation marking her feminine features. His gaze darted down towards her outstretched hand, noting the seashell that rested innocently within her palm - still laced with granules from the shores it had so been pulled from. It reminded him of the time - the time when such found presents were all he had to offer. A time when his world was dark with the presences of her who was never spoken of. Carefully he reached out, a small simper crossing the corners of his lips. His fingertips turned over the seashell, gently rubbing away the residue of sand as he listened to her words. His gaze darted upwards at her innocent inquiry that perhaps he might make the effort to visit with her more often though Tetradore hardly had the chance to soak in her lyrics before she'd turn from him again with a soft pink hue crossing her cheeks. "Is that...what you want?" He inquired softly, his head tilted to the side as he studied the young woman's profile in the temperate sunrise.