Despite the knowledge that the young woman simply knew of the emotions that had momentarily wracked his mind, the man's emerald eyes remained entirely void of...well, anything at all. In fact, his vibrant gaze unflinchingly met her own, simply staring at her in an unblinking fashion that was very much reminiscent of the feline that prowled just beneath his amber colored skin. He hardly bothered to offer the girl any kind of explanation, instead merely letting her continue in the way that she did until her entire story had come to an end. Raven's suggestion with a good enough distraction for the man, Tetradore's thoughts momentarily shifting towards those more territorial urges. It was true, that the young fae now fell under his domain and because of that, any assault on her was too a slight against him. However, he suspected that the vampires in question were hardly interested in the young woman for her relation to the pack. Still, it wouldn't be detrimental to learn of their intents before the pack made any moves. The man altogether ignored the young fae's rebuttal, instead voicing his own thoughts on the matter with the simple understanding that his words would be carried out over Samantha's refusal.

His emerald eyes glanced towards the young woman as she insisted that she certainly wasn't worth the actions that he was partaking and softly a sigh left his lips, aware entirely that her words came from a simple lack of understanding. Thankfully, Tetradore was saved from having to offer any kind of explanation, instead the usually quiet wolverine took the opportunity to explain exactly what sort of..."perks" came with their but budding relationship. Tetradore had been entirely hesitant to voice even the slightest of mentions about his pack and his position within it. After all, they were his responsibility to bare and frankly, lately even they could hardly be viewed as a significant benefit to his relationship - not when so many things have gone so awry recently. "I just want to make sure that this was just a case of a wrong place at the wrong time, Sam....and not something else." After all, with Frost stalking the periphery of their pack, he couldn't be too careful.

Tetradore offered her his arm as he begun to lead her deeper into the ship and further away from the boisterous crowd of the fights. "I know." The man responded simply in return to Samantha's insistence that he didn't have to do exactly what he was doing. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the woman too insist that the wolf didn't have to follow through with his request. He had to remind himself just how unaware she was of the fashion in which she was undermining him - that the strict hierarchy of the pack was foreign to her entirely. Even though Tetradore too tried to be entirely lax on such rankings. A soft sigh left his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly, "Samantha, this is no big deal, I can buy you both entirely new wardrobes if it bothers you that much." After all, with all the honey pots Tetradore had gotten his hands into in order to support the pack, money for clothes was quite of little consequence to him. Hell, he could make up the dents of both of their wardrobes with just the selling of just one of the ark's hidden, original paintings.

"Raven probably has more girly hair products then I do." Tetradore admitted simply at the notion of Sam utilizing his shower. He suspected she would hardly be interested in the muskier smelling products that he had taken a liking to. "You should go shower and change clothes. It'll make you feel better." The man insisted, releasing her from his grasp to let her follow Raven into her room.