The young girl's words echoed within his skull and yet he failed to immediately respond to her shaky lyrics despite the concern that laced her voice. He knew he should respond to her, he should have reassured her, such was his duty after all. And yet, despite such knowledge Tetradore found himself simply laying there on the bed next to her with his emerald gaze still steady on the ceiling. It would hurt her, wouldn't it? To vocalize what happened or the void that took over his soul at her sudden lack of influence. He knew this place well - this dark place of emotionless silence. It was where he retreated to when Risque had so toyed with him, forcing upon him things she knew would hurt him. Here, though, nothing hurt him. Here there was nothingness. His eyes blinked at the whisper of horror on her lips, his thoughts slowly drawn back to the present moment and the girl that nearly shrank away from him at the realization of what has occurred. His vibrant gaze flickered towards her face, watching with marked indifference as she struggled with her words to find something that might have mended the situation they had found themselves in. At the very least there was that. His Mistress had never offered him an apology before. She merely relished in what she could force upon him. A soft breath left his lips, as if he had only just remembered how to breathe, but rather than offer any acknowledgement of her sorrow, Tetradore merely provided her two very simple words, "I know."

He knew that this was a new development for her, this ability. He doubted she had intended to do so on purpose. Hell, he himself hadn't even realized it at first. Besides, he had enjoyed himself, hadn't he? Had he? A small frown traced his masculine features for a moment as he considered this conundrum, however he hardly informed her of those wandering thoughts that lingered on his mind. On the contrary, the man merely reached over with one arm, dragging the young fairy back down and against him as she had been but moments prior. Perhaps going back to the way things had been when she had controlled him would make her feel better. Truthfully, that was his only goal. At least then, one of them could feel something. "It's okay." He whispered softly once he had pulled her back against his naked form. Despite whatever feelings the were-creature had on their coupling tonight, or in this case the lack thereof, Tetradore had still willingly committed himself to this relationship from the very beginning. It was that once voluntary engagement that caused Tetradore to lean over and gingerly brush his lip against her's in an entirely reassuring fashion. He might not have been an empath by any means but he had taken it upon himself to get to know his girlfriend enough to know the effect this was surely having on her and at the very least, he was trying.