The were king was decidedly bold when it so suited him, his fingers sliding around the young woman's waist and yet, in truth, it was that simple deadliness that so saw him draw her closer towards his figure. There was a certain sort of huskiness to his tone as he commented on her demeanor, his words certainly intending to compliment the woman rather than offer any sort of insult. He could scarcely remember the last time he had found himself in the presence of someone not only capable of holding her own, but also confident enough in her skills to not insist she was somehow a god. It had been so long since he'd found someone who so flawlessly compliment all that his once vampire mistress had made him to be. Still, those lingering thoughts were wholly distracted by the jungle of those keys as they fell into his outstretched hand, his attention turning towards the man as he demanded him vacate what was now his property. It was only once that singular survivor of their massacre hit dry land that his attention turned back towards the woman at his side, his hand falling from her waist to pull one of those keys from the ring and, in turn, deposit it into her hand.

In the wake of that achievement, his own emerald eyes trailed after those darkly hued ones of his companion to fall upon the corpse that now marred their boat. Cleaning would be...an unanticipated annoyance. Thankfully, that thought had only just crossed his features before that body began to move, raising as if possessed by some otherworldly presence. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, there were-king stood his ground all the same, simply watching as that carcass fell with a thud into the cruel hands of the ocean that so surrounded them. That flick of the woman's wrist drew his attention, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a vague hint of amusement. "I have no doubt you do." He uttered softly. She was certainly a formidable adversary, and perhaps an even more imposing comrade. Surely there was no secret exactly why he saw himself desiring to be within her good graces. She was bewitching and imposing and it drew him like a moth to a flame. Still, it was that sweet utterance that saw his head bob, his gaze shifting towards the front of the yacht. "Yes...let's." He muttered softly, leading the way with careful footing further towards the helm of that luxurious speed boat.

Blood from their fallen foes stuck to his feet as he made his way down towards the helm, leaving a trail in his wake. Nevertheless, he settled at the front of that steering wheel, his own key slipping into the ignition. A small turn was all it took for that engine to blossom to life beneath them, she was hardly quiet but her noise spoke volumes of the speed she was capable of moving at. He glanced briefly towards the woman at his side, ensuring she was prepared before his foot found the gas pedal, that boat carefully navigated from the harbor and into those dark open waters. "Let's see how fast she really goes." He muttered softly, an almost mischievous look crossing his features as he urged that boat to life, letting her slice through waves and sending spray into their wake. It was only sometime later, when Tetradore felt sufficiently satisfied with his newest acquisition that his foot pulled from that gas, the boat slowing only enough for the man to turn towards the woman beside him. "Care to guide us back to safety?" He inquired, willing to give up that driver's seat to her alone. Askaree was, it would seem, one of the few souls who had truly proved herself not only worth his time but, perhaps even the man's respect. The number of beings who had managed both could surely be counted on one hand.