A frown marred the features of the mexican man as Samantha abruptly retreated from his chest, all too aware that something was amiss. It was times such as these that he disliked the girl's affinity to detect that which he strove so purposefully to hide from the world at large. A soft breath left his lips as he gaze momentarily wandered elsewhere, entirely unsure of what words to offer her to explain his perhaps unnatural reaction. After all, he had no real desire to explain Risque or his life as a "pet" (as Nadya had come to call it). Instead Tetradore merely shook his head ever so slightly. "No, it's fine, Samantha. I just..." He paused, looking for the right words before vaguely offering, "I'm just not used to this." It was far better of an explanation then the entirety of the truth, even though he doubted it would fully set the fae at ease. He did his best to keep his body still and his emotions in check as her fingertips gently ran down the length of his arm in a gentle caress, hardly wanting to give the girl any further reason to question his already peculiar demeanor. It was difficult to remain so perfectly placid but it wasn't as if Tetradore didn't have nearly a decade of experience in remaining so....quiescent.

The man reached up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a fashion that was entirely habitual when he was unsure of something. "I uh..." He started, his vibrant emerald gaze turned towards the floor in an abnormally sheepish fashion. "I don't know about that." The man finished, entirely uncomfortable with the notion that the wolf might in some fashion cherish the man. He shook his head, all too eager to jump to answer her following inquiries if only to move the topic away from his odd relationship with Raven. "I guess I am. I never really wanted to be Alpha. It was my birthright." Sure, as a child, himself and Tobias had played many a games creating their own 'pack' with him at the head but they had been little more than childish imaginings till his capture and then, all such thoughts had gone out the window. In Risque's pack, he had chosen to remain on the periphery of the pack that stalked her halls - he was an outsider. A lone "wolf". At least, until now.

A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders at her inquiry, "Perhaps, Tobias might see it that way if Raven does. I don't know about my sister though." His lips pursed together, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly at even the mention of Nadya. His female counterpart had been an object of quite a bit of tension within their pack lately, despite his best attempts to dispel them. Somehow, he suspected this would just be another one of such matters. After all, it was tradition that the Alpha made to be a were. Frankly, Tetradore wasn't sure Nadya would let such strict pack rules slide. "It would be easier if they do." Tetradore responded at last, entirely unwilling to explain what happened when the Ark hierarchy needed to be changed - he hardly wanted her to get involved in the fights and flailing of claws.

Thankfully, Samantha hardly lingered long on the prospects of the pack that kept Tetradore up at night. Her attention instead shifting to the large bed in the corner of the room. His head shook ever so slightly, "That's not necessary. We have extra rooms if you'd like one." He offered, fully intending to provide her with a bed rather than subject her to his sofa - even if it far exceeded her own futon's comfort level. Tetradore paused for a moment, glancing towards the large mattress before adding in a nearly hesitant tone, "Or you could just....stay...." His voice trailed off, entirely leaving their sleeping arrangements up to the young woman.