Tetradore was hardly the sort of man that fretted over his emotions, much less those of others. He accepted their existence, the few moments that such feelings should arise within him, and acted accordingly. When reassured in those rare instances of insecurity, and when those words were believed, Tetradore was all too keen to simply drop the topic altogether and, indeed, put faith in those lyrics. And when not believed? Well - no matter how many times uttered, his mind was entirely steadfast. In this incident of the cookies, however, the matter was hardly significant enough to warrant any further thought on. After all, in the man's mind he had already taken care of the incident by informing her that his interest within her was enough to reward her with nights such as these regardless of the sweets he so adored. The further attempt at reassurances only resulted in him rolling his eyes, his voice decidedly blunt as he muttered, in his own way, his exhaustion with the topic of the cookies and using them as bribery. After all, he hardly wanted their one evening out together tainted with her attempts to reassure him of insecurities he never truly had in the first place.


The man's emerald eyes focused upon the young girl as she stepped away from him and his hand, his eyebrow rose ever so slightly in the process. He watched as that frown crossed her features, her own bright eyes seemed to turn downward in that moment as her fingers seemed vastly more interested in the hem of her shirt. His own lips pressed together in an entirely displeased fashion as the woman momentarily seemed to fret over his words, stepping away from him towards the other end of the dock. A soft and entirely exasperated sigh left his lips as he trailed after her for several footfalls before Samantha seemed to hesitate. Oh dear. Here we go again. He watched as she turned back towards him in an entirely abrupt fashion and this time, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly as she reached out for his hand once again. Tetradore hardly anticipated the way she so folded after a moment's thought and yet, he certainly couldn't deny he was entirely glad for the reaction all the same. The man absolutely abhorred the idea of her attempting to fight with him over something so utterly trivial. He hardly responded, however, offering her little more than a grunt before he allowed her fingers to interlace with his own and slowly, the man made his way down the docks and towards that small secluded beach front.


Slowly, he peeled off his own shoes and socks, reaching down to pick them up as the were-king heard those entirely mischievous lyrics leave the young woman's lips. A small frown marred his feature as he stood, his gaze momentarily scanning the horizon. The sun was already setting, tinting the sky with an array of colors. "It...might be dark enough..." He muttered softly to himself, his lips pressing together in thought. "Hm...come on." He gestured with his head, turning on his heels to stroll at a rather casual pace back in the direction they'd come only to duck under the dock. The tide was only just in the process of rolling in and yet the distance between the dock and the sandy shores was still significant enough to allow the pair to walk in the darkness cast beneath it. He led the girl deeper under those wooden planks, his eyes settled on the waves before he'd deemed them far enough under to be acceptable. Tetradore paused, settling upon the beach shore only to pat the ground beside him, clearly suggesting she should join him on the sand. "It should start soon." He uttered, leaning back upon his elbows in an entirely lackadaisical fashion. The man remained this way for at least another ten minutes before the first hint of glowing blue began to grace the sand in front of them, growing in intensity with every wave that rolled in - the water itself seemed to come alive with that bioluminescent color, creating a scene that was entirely picturesque.