Tetradore had known from the very beginning that the lithe little witch was hardly any real threat to that panther within him, even as the full weight of his body collided into her, knocking her once steady position flat onto the snow beneath her. His large ebony paws pinned the woman to the ground beneath him, those emerald eyes stared down at her as his jaw parted. He was aware, naturally so, of the fashion in which she so shut her eyes and perhaps he might have followed through with causing her such harm if he had truly been perturbed by her arrogance. Still, she had done little to actually insult the man truly. The witch had hardly made an effort to challenge him for his rank, though it was hardly like she could really and so, instead, he was content to merely let his tongue slide from her jawline to her forehead - once, twice, a third time. The man was entirely aware of those complaints that left her lips and yet he ignored them altogether, content to so harass her before the man had decided it enough. That shift so overcame him in but moments, leaving the young woman pinned to the snow with an entirely naked man upon her.

He was acutely aware of that pink hue that so flushed her cheeks, a singular eyebrow raised upwards as her gaze traveled down his toned figure before her bright blue eyes seemed to quickly refocus upon his features. He knew well why her attention had so wandered, the corner of his lip twitching in vague amusement as he inquired with a peculiar glimpse of good nature weather or not she thought she could so easily best him still. He was hardly surprised with the fashion at which she so wiggled beneath him, that simple action causing his grip to tighten upon her arms whilst his waist dropped flush against her, effectively pinning her beneath him. Those emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly and yet, he was entirely unwilling to put up with that ridiculous arrogance any longer, entirely determined to ensure the woman saw her folly in so eagerly launching herself at him. He remained wholly attentive to her body as she stilled beneath him, that soft huff upon her lips before she uttered that she was willing to give into him. "If you wish." He muttered back softly, the were King rose quite effortlessly off of her form, that cold nipping at his skin, prompting those goose bumps once again. God, how he hated that chill.

Nevertheless, Tetradore leaned down, offering the woman his hand even if he doubted she would take it. After all, she seemed well to be the type to let her arrogance get the best of her. "You should really stop to consider your odds before declaring yourself able to win, you know, next time it might not end in your favor." There was a certain firmness to his tone, that momentarily amusement entirely chased away in the wake of that reality. "It would be a shame to see you dead simply because of your ego." His emerald eyes simply landed upon the girl's petite form, taking a moment to appreciate that slender figure and ivory locks. It was, really, quite a shame, she would have certainly been beautiful if it was not for that anger and annoyance that so laced her features. A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders before he turned, moving towards that pile of clothing he'd left behind within his wake. He paused, leaving down to pick up his underwear and shake the snow off of them before, with his back placed to the girl, the man sought the limited warmth of his own clothing. Jungle cats were certainly not meant for this weather.