Tetradore was hardly surprised in the least as his hand was left to meet nothing but air, the man simply withdrawing from the gesture before those blunt words so left his lips. For all the sternness within those lyrics, his desire to see the girl alive was still altogether genuine. Tetradore had been surrounded quite enough by death - hell, he'd caused enough death at the hands of his vampiric mistress. It was within that freedom that he found a true worth to life. Though that hardly undid all he had done or was capable of doing. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as she snapped at him, the man entirely content to rather devote himself to ridding his clothing of snow before, again seeking warmth that those layers of cotton offered him. It was hardly enough but, it would do for now. He turned back towards her as he pulled that leather jacket back onto his toned shoulders, the woman's words simply served to prompt his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly. "Clearly, you have learned absolutely nothing today." He stated, that baritone tenor decidedly blaise towards the woman before he offered her a small sigh. Nevertheless, those emerald eyes remained trained upon her, watching simply as she undid that hair elastic that kept that braid so tightly in place.

For a brief moment, those vibrant colored irises met the blue of the woman's own, though whatever it was she was searching for was entirely lost upon him. That sigh, however, fully caught his attention and slowly, his eyebrow rose in clear surprise. In truth, Tetradore hadn't expected her to actually made good on his declaration of what was owed to him. After all, it was just a jacket to the man and she seemed...arrogant enough that even losing would have prompted her to give in. It was peculiar, that he'd so pinned her for something else and she'd still managed to surprise him. "All right..." He commented simply, turning to trail after her. His gaze remained upon the girl's back as she led the way through that forest, his head tilting to the side inquisitively as he eyed those ivory locks that fell just above those sashaying hips. The clothing she wore quite nearly clung to her curves, certainly affording the man quite a few and he was willing enough to look. At least, until he saw that shiver that ran down her spine and caused her to raise her hands to her arms in an effort to warm herself.

Tetradore's lips pursed together ever so slightly as he contemplated so offering her what little warmth that jacket had to offer, after all, he clearly did as unwell as she in that cold. A soft sigh left his lips though truly he was she she'd simply throw off his jacket as if it was somehow poison. The man shrugged that leather off his shoulders, reaching over towards her silently to let the weight of that leather and the furred lining fall upon her own shoulders, nearly embracing the girl. God, he hated the cold. She better not rejected that rare show of generosity, else, he was sure, she truly was a lost cause. Still, he followed her back towards those paved streets, his gaze briefly running over the front of that store as she found it within herself to inquire of his preferences. Tetradore could hardly help but to shrug, wanting to get out of that cold perhaps as much as she did. "Here's fine." He commented simply, unaware of the girl's purposeful avoidance of his features. Rather, he held the door open for her, following her into the store and, in turn, wandering towards that rack of winter jackets. There was a plethora of them, enough that Tetradore almost stood there dumbfounded by the amount. This was certainly another reason why he shopped online....or hired someone else to do this. Slowly, he found his emerald eyes traveling towards Vhalla, as if the simple fact of her being a woman might somehow see her assist in this matter of what looked good and what didn't. Really, the man deserved a break, he'd only just started even being able to pick, let alone purchase, the clothing he wore.