The flooding of those bright florescent lights caused his own gaze to blink for a moment or two as his eyes ever so rapidly adjusted to the world before him. His attention fell upon the woman kneeling but mere few feet away from him, that confusion of her presence within the Ark altogether clear upon his features. Last he'd seen her, she had been open to his advances, small though they were. It was inquisitive that now, after that evening they'd spent curled up together on the sofa of her living room, she would attack him from the ceiling of the bowels of his own ship. His not bloodied hand gingerly reached out to her, willing to help the woman rise to her feet and yet, she seemed altogether prompt to launch herself up and regard him with that look of anger once again upon her features. Ah. So she was in that sort of mood today. What had he done now to so upset the delicate flower? There was a soft sigh upon his lips as she regarded him with rage, those words nearly spat at him as if they were meant to somehow offend him and yet, in truth, that very title so defined the man.

"Yes, Vhalla." He uttered softly, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. It was late, after all. "I am the Alpha of Nightshade and the King of the West." That title of King was one he'd certainly not sought out and yet, as his territory expanded, that respect he demanded did too, soon enough presenting him with that new headline. Why such a thing mattered to her now, much less how she had somehow missed that glaring fact of who he was, was entirely a point of curiosity for him. Though, he suspected it best not to inquire after it for now. Instead, Tetradore inquired if she was okay, entirely aware that he had hardly been gentle with the woman not but moment's prior. That reaction in which he was given, however, was hardly anticipated. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he lifted his hands up in a show of defeat, as if to suggest that he was hardly going to mess with the girl any further. Rather, she seemed more worried of that dagger then anything else, the man content to watch her as she bent over, providing him a view of those tight pants stretching over her butt. There was no harm in looking, was there? His gaze quickly darted upwards towards her features as she stalked towards him suddenly.

Tetraodre hardly anticipated for the way that she reached out so abruptly for his hand, his own gaze slowly darting towards the bleeding gash. It was hardly the worst he had endured and yet...it was...annoying. His eyebrows furrowed as she reached out to wipe the blood away, though it seemed all too eager to flow with the same vengeance regardless. He hardly flinched, however, as her fingers brushed against it, inspecting it and yet, even he knew it was but a surface wound. Or, rather, it would be soon enough. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at her inquiry, "It will be healed by tomorrow morning." He uttered, not entirely concerned and yet, he knew wel that stopping that blood flow would further help with his body's natural ability to so quickly recover. "This way." He muttered, stepping back towards the entrance of the garage, fully intending to show her that nurse's station just off the hallway of the main ring. It was only the sound of her words as they stepped over the threshold of that garage that caused him to stop, his attention quickly turning back towards her. "Kill me?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowed once again in consideration. He supposed there were many enough that wanted him dead, for one reason or another and yet, none had been stupid enough to attempt some sort of assassination on him. That last time someone had tried to cross him had spread like a tidal wave across the west. Ugh, that lone likely answered who was behind that effort.

"Is Carson still pissed I stole his boat?" He inquired, entirely assured that it must be him. "Damn asshole should have actually fucking paid me." His head shook ever so slightly as he turned back towards the main hull of the ship, leading her through that dark empty space. "Unless someone else attempted to do away with me." Tetradore muttered, clearly considering this quite intently before he paused, opening the door towards that first aid room. He gestured slightly inside towards the shelves and drawers with their numerous supplies. Tetradore himself remained at the front of that small room, his shoulder leaning against the door frame before his lips suddenly parted, inquiring softly in that smooth baritone voice, "What are you going to do, Vhalla? Are you going to try to kill me?" It would be a shame, really, but Tetradore was hardly ready for his life to end a second time. After all, he had only just come back from the dead and she...well, he'd only just begun exploring that peculiar chemistry that existed between them like electricity.