A soft chuckle left the were-King's lips as his girlfriend conceded to that declared judgement of second place amongst the plethora of sweets he'd certainly eaten before. Those moments of jovial toying were altogether rare for the man, much less the small upward twitch of the corner of his lips in a subdued simper. It was an altogether fleeting moment, however, before the young woman inquired of her clothing, his own eyebrows knitting together ever so slightly before, in an entirely nonchalant fashion, Tetradore made some effort to reassure the young woman that she did, indeed, look fine to him. He hardly anticipated the words that fell from her lips, that she was attempting to somehow look presentable for his benefit alone. Tetradore's head tilted to the side, eying the young woman with some measure of confusion - "Why?" He inquired, the gesture entirely lost on him. After all, he so rarely fretted over his own appearance in front of the fairy girl. He had seen her at her worst and too she had see him in states that he allowed few others to even consider. He allowed the young woman to assist in pulling him to his feet, "Samantha, you look just as pretty in jeans and a t-shirt as you do in a skirt." It was, perhaps, not the words that young women wished to hear when so trying to appear beautiful and yet, he was making an effort to attempt to reassure her all the same.

He paused only momentarily, the man continuing his words if only to remind the girl such attempts at bribery were hardly necessary to earn the woman his attention. After all, he had agreed to attempt this whole 'dating' thing and surely that alone meant she was afforded some level of priority - did it not? He watched as the young woman looked up at him brightly, her fingers reaching up to toy with his hair in a fashion he allowed only from her. The man listened to her inquiry, one eyebrow raising ever so slightly in the process before he nodded, "I will - so, now where?" He inquired, coaxing it of her once again as she so dwelt on the options she had originally presented him with. His emerald eyes remained steady upon her, watching as she considered it before declaring the beaches just outside his boat - a domain that was still largely held by the man himself. "All right, beach it is." Her insistence that the cookies had hardly been a bribe caused the man to shrug ever so slightly, his concern on the topic already had fluttered away to that ever present indifference, instead focusing wholly upon the night ahead of him.

Tetradore allowed the young woman to lead him through the Ark and down to the docks below. He had only just begun to lead the way towards the beach when the young woman's fingers so embraced his own, squeezing with a clear desire for his attention. The were-king paused, his emerald gaze glancing towards her in a clearly questioning fashion, hardly anticipating the words that fell from her lips as she so strove to reassure him yet again. Tetradore could hardly help the way he rolled his eyes at her, his baritone voice falling with a certain measure of bluntness. "You know, for an empath, you suck at telling emotions." It was his way, abrasive as it was, to so inform the girl that this was certainly not the issue she was making it out to be. "I don't care, Samantha. They're just damn cookies, Jesus. Can we go to the beach or are you going to fret about then for another ten minutes?" He inquired, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly as his gaze drifted towards the sandy shores he could see just aways from his own dock. Women and their damn emotions.