Tetradore was vaguely aware of the young woman's fingertips on the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the curves of the chiseled plains of his chest. He was hardly perturbed with his own state of undress - though realistically even if the entirety of his emotions were under his control, it was still unlikely to bother him. Such a state of half dress was decidedly normal within a were's life - the man had surely been seen naked by the eyes of far more females then most mortals did though he was rarely aware of their gazes or any approval or distaste that might have been mirrored there within. This was entirely natural for him, in some regards, seconded only be the familiar sensation of his ebony fur and feline physic. After all, he'd spend the majority of his life as the darkly colored jaguar if only for the control it had once afforded the vampire whom had snatched the boy from his life.

In truth, Tetradore was hardly aware of the shift of his emotions, at least not distinctly. At the moment, he hadn't questioned those feelings that had washed over him for the fairy girl. He'd responded merely as nature had intended him to. After all, they were in a relationship of sorts, were they not? Was this not what was required of him in some regards? To be intimate with Samantha. It was inevitable, so why not tonight? Why not here? Why not now? Right now. Tetradore had only just begun to position himself above her, his head bending down to press against her neck, fully intending to move this encounter beyond the not so innocent touches and the simple removal of clothing. It was his name upon her lips that saw the man pause in his steadfast desires and yet, even her voice failed to interrupt the lust that still ran rampant through out his veins. After all, his emotions still entirely mirrored her own overwhelming ones and that doubt was hardly enough yet to grip his usually placid heart. She had thrown him into a sea of desire and he was drowning within it - too caught up by those primal urges to consider with any real clarity what had become of him.

Still, Tetradore glanced up at her, his emerald eyes still strikingly vibrant. "What?" He inquired though his movements were hardly stilled long before his lips pressed against her own, as if in some means to reassure her of something that he hardly was aware of within the first place. He'd hardly considered that she might not want this, much less any anxieties that might grip the woman with their first copulation. His own tone had been surely filled with that clear need -mirrored somewhere within those low husky lyrics that he'd never before provided her. Tetradore wasn't aware in the slightest that it was his silence that perturbed her. Silence, after all, had been so much of his life that even now, after it all, he still wasn't much of a vocal man. Even in something as important as this.