Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly in a silent gesture of understanding at Samantha's remark, though even he could hardly hide the annoyance he felt that his sister's behavior had coaxed him from the task that had previously occupied the entirety of his attention. He knew all too well the woman was far more capable of controlling her antics then she had been of late. He was hardly oblivious to the realization that his sibling's sudden shift in behavior had come only after she had made the decision to deposit her children with her family. His own thoughts on the topic, however, were decidedly complicated and so, instead, Tetradore chose more often than not to simply let her be. The sound of ruffling of bags was enough to momentarily draw his own attention away from the fae, watching in brief disinterest as his sibling fought with the plastic bags and her own purse though he made no immediate move to assist her. On the contrary, he remained exactly where he was, hardly stopping Samantha as she herself moved towards to pick up the fabric with decide care. He listened to the girl's explanation of the dress as her fingers gingerly stroked the fabric and yet he offered her little more than a simple sound of acknowledgement. Clothing, after all, had never really held any true meaning or interest for the man.

The paper, however, momentarily caught his interest, the man instantly knew exactly what it was. After all, he had been effectively running his own business for some time now, including payroll. Despite this, Tetradore's gaze hardly lingered long on the form. This was Nadya's business and he had made every point this far to ensure that he let her blossom in such an area in her own way, hardly getting involved except to bring her the occasional fae he stumbled upon. Instead, Tetradore leaned against the edge of the futon, his own fingers reaching out for the stuffing on the floor to slowly shove it back into the futon. His attention shifted from his task only by the sound of his own name and yet he offered her little more than the smallest of shrugs. "The burlesque is Nadya's business, not mine." He stated simply, quite purposefully choosing to have nothing to do with what his sibling did with her own employees, regardless of if said employee happened to be Samantha. "Though, that is the going rate for a decent manager these days."