Tetradore was a particularly acute man by nature. It was a trait he'd been nearly forced to learn in order to simply survive. Those nuances of those around him, those shift in their emotions, it was a requirement that he was aware of it all if only for the knowledge of when to avoid that vampire mistress whom slinked about the halls of his youth. Now, however, such observations were reserved perhaps to Tobias, Raven, and Samantha herself. It wasn't often that Tetradore so spoke on such things he noticed, after all, if Samantha was attempting to so hide from him what was so bothering her, he would respect her privacy, offering instead that air of ignorance and disinterest he so often retreated to. It was often safer to pretend he was either unaware of the concerns of others or simply too asinine to care then it was to so get involved. Samantha however, happened to be one of those few souls whom he found himself so worrying over. His lips pressed together in the smallest hint of a frown as Tetradore simply watched the young woman in those rare moments of absolute tranquility. Even he couldn't remember the last time they were alone together in such silence and stillness as this.

He hadn't anticipated the words she presented him when when she so turned with that look of such intense consideration. And yet, he found himself replying to those three words and that sentiment with more ease than even he anticipated. His world had changed, his future had changed and, somehow, along the way, Tetradore found himself embracing it all the same. A soft smile crossed his lips in those sweet moments, all too aware of that grin that so spread across her features in response. His fingers rose to brush against her cheek, the man all too aware of the way in which she seemed to lean into that affectionate gesture. It was that alone which caused him to perceive that, perhaps such emotions of adoration required a sort of physical solidification and, without even a glimpse of hesitation, Tetradore offered for their "date" to continue elsewhere - particularly within his very bed. That boyish grin he so presented her with seemed to coax a like reaction within her and gingerly he took her offered hand, raising to his feet with relative ease. Her response to his comment only furthered that glimpse of mischievousness upon his features and yet, Tetradore was more then happy to oblige. His fingers intertwined with hers, his steps entirely slow if only to take in that sight of the blue hued shore they were so leaving behind.

"Samantha." He uttered softly, so drawing the young woman's attention towards him as he led her back towards the pier. "One day, I'll take you on a real date, okay? With dinner and uh..." His voice trailed off, the man momentarily stumped considering what a 'real date' so consisted of besides dinner. His lips momentarily pressed together before Tetradore simply waved it off as if the other parts hardly mattered at all. "The point is, I promise we'll go on one, okay?" He inquired, those intensely vibrant emerald eyes so turning solemnly to her in that quiet moment. He hardly dwelled on that commitment any longer, however, before guiding her upstairs with a singular purpose and towards his own bedroom. Tetradore blatantly ignored any voices that called out to him at that moment, his focus entirely upon the girl at his side and the evening he was determined they share together. It was only once they got to his bedroom that Tetradore closed the door behind him, flicking that lock closed before turning to provide the young woman with his full attention. Slowly he approached her, his hands reaching delicately out to her only to place them on both sides of her neck. His lips softly pressed against hers as he slowly drew the woman closer against him, all too willing to get entirely lost within her alone for the evening.