Tetradore often wondered, when he felt particularly self pitying, what his life might have been like at his family's side. It was a world of a difference, the life he'd imagined for himself and now, as he sat nestled within the bar chair with a glass loosely clutched between his fingertips and the words of Tobias' greeting floating through his ears, he couldn't help but to wonder what the lanky leopard might have been like had Tetradore actually been present during his life instead of trapped within the confines of this club he so detested. A small simper crossed his features at Tobias efforts to follow the brief orders he was given. He might not have gained any understanding through out each attempt to 'woo' the girls Tetradore picked out, but he was getting better at it...sort of. A soft snort left his nose at the boy's compliment, followed almost immediately by a chuckle at the young woman's response. She was either particularly good at playing along, or equally as daft as his friend was. Either way, a small bit of smugness wormed it's way into Tetradore, somewhere between the liquor and the hopelessness.

Briefly his gaze shifted from his drink towards the young woman, offering her the smallest of nods in return. "Pleasure." He commented back, purposefully choosing to leave out his own introductions. After all, in this life of slavery, what was the point anyways? Anyone he got close to always got hurt, anyone who knew him beyond 'that man always at the bar', Risque had seen fit to ensure such lesson was engrained within him all over again recently and frankly he was still dealing with the fall out of that conundrum. Then again, at least this one was already dead. His vampire mistress couldn't simply kill her like he had the last one. The dreary thoughts that constantly threatened to pull the tipsy were panther down were, quite happily, obliterated by the peculiar action of his friend and briefly Tetradore's emerald gaze widened in the slightest hint of surprise. A laughter rolled off his tongue, a rich, baritone sound that rarely ever left his lips. "I'll have to let the barista know she's not doing her job." He offered the smallest of teasing comments, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly as the female took back the glass she was given. Frankly, Tetradore knew the things that Tobias stuck in his mouth and he had no desire to drink out of anything that'd been slathered with his saliva.

Tetradore's intense emerald gaze met the crystalline blue ones in front of him, "Neither are you, dead little girl." He commented, a trace of humor still crossing his lips. Tetradore had spent far too much time within the club, lingering with the other worldly species to be able to deny what she was. He'd known the moment he'd set his eyes upon her but her species was quite the moot point for what he had in mind when he dragged Tobias to her side. He was hardly perturbed by her bluntness, however, easily willing to move onto a prospect that interested him far more. "Oh sweet heart, don't waste your money. He wouldn't appreciate it anyways." Tetradore gestured loosely towards Tobias before flagging down the bartender. If there way any one true benefit to living under Syn's roof, it was the bottomless alcohol. Frankly, Tetradore felt petty enough tonight to make Risque pay for however many drinks her lithe little body could hold. "Whatever the lady likes, on the house." He offered her the slightest of winks before his attention trailed back towards Tobias. Tetradore might have been willing enough to play wingman at the beginning of this rendezvous but who said Tobias got to have all the fun?