It was true that in some fashion he had held the once lively young woman in a lofty regard, placing her upon a proverbial pedestal that he was never destined to touch. In those few moments he had witnessed of her life, he had seen the timid but still thriving spirit that laid hidden within her boosm. He had seen how uncomfortable she had been within the life that she had been so unceremoniously casted within, surely contributing to his own beliefs of her supposed desire for the luxury that surely was not reminiscent of the Ark he inhabited.Inquisitively, his head tilted to the side as she so effortlessly dismissed extravagance that he'd cast her within, admitting she found a sort of dark charm about his own humble and yet no less beloved ship. The corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly in the smallest resemblances of a simper. "I am glad you think so." He responded, hardly aware of the subtle implications of the association the young woman held between himself and the outer appearances of the derelict cargo ship. Instead taking the comment simply for what it was worth, a notion that still managed to assuage whatever uncertainties he might have at his lingering invitation.

Vaguely, Tetradore had some resemblance of memories of that night within the Ark, the evening when he had admitted his own desires for the young woman in front of him. Even though he had altogether failed to mention any yet recollections, he was certain she too knew of his knowledge, after all he had provided her with the one thing that she had admitted to so dearly desiring that fateful evening. To admit to her beauty was but second nature after the previous truths he had already so clandestinely provided her with. His cranium dipped ever so slightly in momentary recognition of her thanks though such was hardly necessary. His emerald gaze remained steadfast upon her as she begun to speak with some marked hesitance, already understanding from tone of voice alone that whatever words it was she was about to say clearly held some intent meaning for her. Unfortunately, the words she spoke never fully left her lips, instead distracted by smoldering of her pale skin.

A frown immediately crossed Tetradore's features, his gaze immediately darting down towards watch that was fastened to his wrist. Shit. He was supposed to be keeping a dilligent eye upon the time and already he too had failed her in that. His gaze drifted back up towards the young woman, noting the fashion at which her lip quivered with what they both knew would come next. Her pleading, however, fell upon deaf ears, his head shaking ever so slightly. "No." His response was firm, holding every ounce of the authority he had come to wield upon finding his proper place as Alpha. "I won't have you die now, not when we still have to get back to the apartment and get you inside safely. There isn't enough time Isolt." He hardly bothered to hesitate any longer, much less argue the semantics of just how little time they had. Instead, Tetradore reached out to take her slender wrist within his, ignoring the cold pallor of her flesh, the smoke that brushed against his skin or the smell of burnt tissue that grated against his far too sensitive nostrils. The man made his way back towards the car that awaited them, pausing to glance back at her only at the side of the vehicle as he opened her door. "Please try to understand. I know how important this is to you. But you are perhaps equally as important to me."