The whispered lyrics of Samantha's voice slowly drew Tetradore's attention back towards the young girl from the speckled ceiling that had, up till this point, occupied the majority of his attention. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she moved away from his side to instead cross the bedroom in search of her purse. He hardly reacted, however, his emerald eyes simply watching her as she moved to fetch this mysterious surprise from somewhere in the depths of her bag. Her hands so deftly covered the object that Tetradore could scarcely see what she pulled from her purse. He waited with measureable patience as the fairy settled back against him on the bed before nervously placing her gift upon his chest. Tetradore glanced down at it, reaching down to pick up the black leather band. He flipped it over in his hands in a vague display of inquisitiveness before his attention turned back towards the girl that had begun to offer him an explanation that involved Raven's peculiarly acute observations. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the mention of the girl, a soft grunt leaving the man's lips.

He let her voice trailed off uncertainly before his own lips parted ever so slightly, "Thank you, Samantha." He uttered softly, considering whether or not to inform the girl the meaning behind that watch he'd tucked carefully away in the drawer of his desk. He paused for a moment before his lips parted ever so slightly once again to exhale. "Um...it was my father's - the watch." It was the first time that Tetradore had ever mentioned anything of his past or his family to the fairy girl - beyond of course his sister. "I..." He paused, unsure of what further to say before the man repeated after a moment, "Thank you." This, was far easier to him then admitting further the truth of how important this gift perhaps was to him. To explain that, he'd have to offer her more words than he was ready to even voice. After all - no member within his pack truly knew of all the horrors his life had consisted of. They were somehow harder to speak then they were to simply accept. In truth, Tetradore doubted he would ever really tell her everything that had be fallen upon him. Gingerly his fingers ran over the leather band, turning it around in his fingers whilst his thoughts were momentarily lost in those few and far between childhood memories he still had of the man he once called 'dad'.