There was no denying how utterly beautiful that luxurious speedboat was. The curves and edges of her hull, that power of her engine, they called to the man in a way that he was unable to deny. He knew well that boat was a prized possession of that drug dealer that had so screwed him over and that simple fact surely added delight to the knowledge that, soon, it would be his boat. Oh how naive that fellow had been to think he could steal from the Were-King without consequence. Still, it was only with the wooden dock beneath them that Tetradore's gaze turned towards the woman at his side, inquiring as to her capabilities to swim. He had, after all, little notion of the animal that so crept beneath her skin. Davante had informed him only of the woman's nature rather than any loyalties she might have or any intrigue he might find in those more primal urges she held. It was, as always, a point of inquisitiveness for the man. He enjoyed the surprise when that softened skin gave way to something else entirely. Still, Tetradore eyed that smile that was so carved into her features, the man certainly attentive enough to it's presence to discern that, whatever she was, a strong swimmer was certainly one of them.

Still, he hardly commented on this observation, instead focusing on peeling that shirt from his spine to deposit it next to her own. That button of his jeans came undone shortly after, the zipper unzipped and soon they too were left on the ground beside her chosen tree hollow. Finally, and with particularly little concern, those boxers fell to his ankles, the were-creature stepping out of them without a touch of shyness, revealing the full length of his caramel toned figure. His emerald eyes turned briefly towards the young woman at his side, watching the way in which she leaned down into the sand next to him. There was no denying the fashion at which has gaze so roved her figure - after all, though nudity was a very part of his life as the were-creature he was, he was still too very much a man whom enjoyed appreciating the finely sculpted flesh of a woman. Still, that lingering of his gaze was but momentary before the man settled upon his own knees at her side, allowing that shift to so overcome his figure.

That softened skin of his flesh so effortlessly gave way to that ebony feline, his bones and muscles so shifting from man to jungle cat. The panther shook out his fur, those intoxicating emerald eyes once again shifting to find the reptilian hulk that now was laid out at his side. He paused, his head tilting inquisitively to the side as his paw raised, almost inclined to...touch the decidedly dangerous creature. Thankfully, she was spared his more feline antics by her figure sliding into the darkness of that sea, reminding Tetradore once again of his intent for their evening, his gaze turned towards that bobbing boat in the distance before the panther quite literally jumped into the water after her, his powerful legs having little trouble in so keeping up with her form as they slipped with silence closer and closer towards that nautical vessel. It was only once they were closer that Tetradore deviated from the woman, slipping to the opposite side of the boat, his voice echoing within her head alone but moments later. "Okay, sea dragon, I've got two over here and I saw one go below...at your cue." He was entirely ready to take this boat at the slightest indication, allowing the woman a chance to ready herself and slip upon the lower back of the vessel. Afterall, his own feline species was made for climbing and yet, he was willing to give her whatever excess time she so needed to get ready.