Those haughty words that left the young woman's lips caused the were King's eyebrows to raise ever so slightly. "I wasn't sneaking." He stated simply enough. And truly, Tetradore hadn't meant to creep up on her in the fashion that he had. She had been otherwise distracted and he, well, he had been inquisitive enough to pause and watch. After all, it wasn't every day he saw someone engulfed in flames and capable of walking out of it with naught a single mark upon their skin. She seemed willingly enough to forgive him of that though, as not but moments later there was almost a girlish excitement within her voice, one he almost found....endearing. He watched the simper that grew upon her features at his rather lacking description of what she'd managed to craft, even if it had been without her control and intent. Those words of praise, however, seemed to chase away any previous hint of glee that marred her features as she turned to regard him with a growing frown. Finicky thing, wasn't she? His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, the man hardly shied away from this intense inspection. Instead, his emerald eyes merely met her own with an intense stare, even if he had already recognized her from nearly a year prior. It wasn't often other species stepped into the Ark, much less with the desire to fight.

That insistence that he had saved her life certainly served to get beneath her skin and yet, Tetradore merely watched with mute indifference as her fingers dug into her arms in a clear show of her distaste for those simple facts. He listened at those words she sneered at him and yet, he could hardly help that small twitch of amusement in the corner of his lips. "That's cute." He responded quite flatly at the end her triade and yet, he scarcely believed the girl in the slightest. The creatures that won in his ring were apex predators by nature - lions, tigers, bears, crocodiles. Even in the lower tiers it was the snakes and wolves and badgers that came out on top. Bare hands would have done nothing against those fangs, beaks and claws. Bare hands would not stop a several hundred pound predator from ripping off her pretty little face. She might have been dangerous with her weapons and fire tricks but, the witch was ultimately mortal. She might succeed against human skin but they were something else entirely.

It was that mention of Samantha, however, the drew his attention and, indeed the conversation. It was only natural that he hoped the young woman hadn't vanished from the world entirely and yet, it seemed she hardly wanted anything to do with the life she had crafted here. She'd left them all behind and Tetradore knew well that he was half at fault for it. It was that very thing that lingered upon his mind, and indeed his previous transgressions that caused a small frown to tug upon his features when she inquired what was so special about him to prompt him to be given a second chance at life. It was a curious question really, and one he had pondered many a nights though, in truth, he had no solid answer. By all means, he was certainly not the kind of soul who deserved anything of what he had. He'd been a monster who'd stalked the shadows, he'd murdered without regard, harmed with a cruel indifference and now...he had all of this? Still, the young woman's muttered words were enough to draw him from his own melancholy, the man's wrist flicked in an effort to chase away both her comment and his own thoughts. "It doesn't matter." He stated simply, continuing on with blatant disregard. "What matters is that it seems Samantha is gone...you'd be surprised how many of my relationships end up like that." A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders and yet, really, what was there to be done of it?