Tetradore hardly listened to the whispered lyrics offered to him, instead drawing his own conclusion on the current state of her hands. They needed to be seen to, especially since the woman didn't heal at the speed he himself or his kind did. Regardless, it was only then he saw fit to speak on his actions below, having particularly little concern of her own feelings for them. After all, the safety of those he cared for was his utmost priority and in order to ensure that, Tetradore would go to any lengths, even if it resulted in them utterly despising him. The man glanced up ever so slightly as she pulled her fingertips from his, instead interlacing her fingers into his in some effort to be loving. Tetradore offered her an inquisitive glance as she continued to stare downwards at their hands with a rather obvious intensity. He fell entirely silent, however as the young woman began to speak, promising that she knew his feelings for her, a promise that was strikingly true. After all, she was the empath, the woman would know in but seconds if his intentions for her were not genuine. Not that Tetradore intended to point that out though.

He remained silent though, however, as the young woman concluded that she would not involve herself within his pack. She hardly lingered on the topic though, before moving onto how unacceptable his actions were. In a way, Tetradore was used to being scolded, he was used to having his desires or actions disagreed with. He was a rebel by nature, or perhaps it was simply a learned facet from his captivity. Regardless, her insistence that his actions weren't okay were met with little more than the same continued silence. He could not promise that if the same situation occurred once more, he wouldn't have taken the exact same actions. In fact, Tetradore rather preferred her scared of him and safe than any other alternative. Such was where his thoughts so lingered until she mentioned them. It was that simple sentence that saw the man pause, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he stared at her. The man's lips pressed together ever so slightly, a frown clearly marring his features. "Them? What are you talking about?" He inquired though his tone of voice held more of a demand than anything else. He was, for lack of a better term, far too much within that dominant Alpha mindset, the man momentarily adding this to his mental checklist.

Tetradore hardly got an answer from her, however, before the woman was making an effort to explain the importance of this newfound boundary between them. Slowly, the man pulled his hand from hers only to run it through his hair, an audible sigh upon his lips as the small hint of annoyance flared across his emotions before disappearing once again into the nether. Why this was so difficult to understand he couldn't quite comprehend and yet, silence, he had long since learned, was better then any reaction he had to give. In silence, people assumed that the fight was taken out of him, that he'd given into their whims without a single effort to argue. It was better then lying, hell, it took less effort too. Her kiss was hardly returned, the man merely remaining still as she pressed her lips against his and yet it was that final sentence that prompted any kind of reaction from him once again. He gestured back down the stairs and into the depths of the ship, his head shaking every so slightly at her insistence. "No, I'm fine, I need to get your hands treated first or they'll heal slowly or scar." He responded, hardly letting the girl stop him as he led the way back into the Ark.