The ebony panther's emerald eyes remained steadfast upon the young woman he had taken such a...vexing liking to, for reasons even he found himself questioning. He was all too aware of that shift within her demeanor, her stance alone wholly different as she remained, head bowed, in front of that far elder vampire. The creature's existence alone made his lips curl into a snarl of dislike and yet, the panther remained where he was, simply watching, simply waiting for those answers he near demanded. He scarcely knew of her relationship with the vampire before her and yet, all he knew of Vhalla played upon repeat in the forefront of his mind, only further adding to that confusion of what exactly he was witnessing. After all, though there was a protective air about him, and though his scent remained altogether stagnant upon this very building, Vhalla had expressed such contempt for his kind that even he questioned his previous assessment of their plausible romantic relationship.

He watched as the fellow took the girl's chin within his fingertips, his voice entirely demanding as he inquired as to whom she listened to. That sound of that whimper caused his ears to pin back upon his head before, softly, she offered him the answer that he was clearly looking for. Definitely not boyfriend. Employer? Teacher? He watched that predatory movement as the man circled the lithe frame of the woman that had brought him here, only further echoing his expectations of her and, in return, filling in those gaps within Tetradore's own knowledge. She was an assassin. How curious. He found it curious, really, that even in spite of that fear he could veritably feel rolling off of her, she still made some effort to defend him from this man before her. Why on earth she might feel so inclined, he hadn't the faintest notion. Half of the time he was hardly assured she even liked his presence.

His weight shifted ever so slightly, the tip of that paw only barely touching the carpet beneath him as he listened to that talk of punishment, the fellow's voice far too delighted for Tetradore's own liking. He was well aware of the effect that memory had upon the woman and yet...he could hardly help those sensations of possessiveness that so arose within him. After all, even within his own time of captivity, he had a habit of attempting to shield others from the wrath of the woman he'd called 'mistress'. It was that very mention of 'guest' that saw Tetradore stir from his own internal memories, his shoulder simply pressing upon that door as the feline so stepped from the shadows of her bedroom and into the hallway, his presence all the more domineering in those moments, that darkness nearly seeming to follow in his wake, down the hall and too, oozed into the very room itself. Such a silly little vampire this man was, to so regard him with such mock respect. Oh, if only he knew.

He was well aware of the fear that danced within the young woman at his presence and yet, Tetradore himself held not an ounce. This vampire hardly compared to the one he had remained in service of for years - he hardly held a candle to what Risque was capable of, he was sure. The woman had, more times then not, sent Tetradore himself to murder creatures like this. This was what he was good at. This was the very monster she had made him into. Tetradore regarded the man in front of him with a cool sort of indifference, his gaze hardly bothering to shift any further to the young woman that, he knew, held such a glimpse of disdain. He looked hardly perturbed by that sudden delight that seemed to affect the vampire, much less the way in which the fellow turned towards that singular woman that had so brought both men here. His head offered a small bob at that bow he was afforded, even if he knew well it was hardly genuine in any fashion. Rather, the panther remained wholly mute on his reasoning for his presence, his claws instead out stretching to knead at the carpet beneath him in an almost anticipatory fashion.

That slap of his hand against Vhalla's cheek saw his gaze narrow, the man moving forward as the young woman fell upon the ground with a whimper. That growl reverberated within his throat as he stepped in front of Vhalla, placing himself between the woman and her....well, whatever he was. That fear he was so capable of wielding was nearly immediately turned upon the vampire, the man intent to provoke that which he, in turn, had beset Vhalla with. He stepped forward and away from the fallen woman, attempting to herd the vampire further away from the woman. That saliva slowly began to form in his mouth, filled with that acidic potency. His jaws parted, as he lunged forward, clearly intending to attack the man for the harm he'd done to his assassin.