Tetradore was well aware of the crimson that so tainted her cheeks and yet, the man was wholly clueless on what had prompted such a startling change within her at the brush of his lips. Had she thought he was holding out on her? That he was into it enough? And if so, what did that so speak of his abilities? A soft sigh left his lips as the man reached up to brush his hand through his hair, those thoughts still lingering upon his mind as he fetched those vials she had requested from the bottom of that underwear drawer. He had hardly expected the lacy material he'd dug through in order to retrieve it and yet, he voiced no mention when he finally returned to her bedside to place those multiple colored liquids before her for her taking - at least, until she saw fit to comment on his state of undress. In truth, Tetradore rarely thought of those moments in which he simply wasn't wearing clothing. They were frequent enough, with the amount of times he shifted, that he'd become accustomed to not wearing that cotton as much as he was wearing it. Still, she was not one of them, the simple sentence so entirely a reminder of that simple fact.

The were-King found himself muttered his own softly spoken apology before he settled back upon her sheets, angling himself away from her slightly with sudden awareness of that simple fact that she herself so seemed to dwell on. It was that entirely blunt sound of her voice that saw the man shrug ever so slightly, "It's what happens when you shift this much. It's better than destroying clothes all the time." He commented simply, that nakedness more a matter of practicality than anything else. He didn't enjoy that vulnerability he presented her with, much less the way the slightest breeze so nipped at his skin and sent shivers down his spine. He preferred the warmth of plush blankets and that cloth she seemed insistent to press upon him. Still, the simple fact was that, for tonight, he was without. His own emerald eyes turned towards the floor, vastly more interested in that, suddenly, then the woman behind him, in turn entirely oblivious to the blush that crossed her cheekbones. Rather, he heard the girl place those glass vials on the nightstand beside her, his gaze briefly shifting towards the woman at his side.

In truth, he hardly expected for her to inquire for him to stay, even if tonight was hardly the first evening he'd done so. Still, he supposed it was a perfectly logical choice, considering that which she had endured at the hands of that vampire and, in turn, himself. Slowly, he nodded, inquiring if she would tell him about that man he'd so strove to chase from her life, failed though the attempt was. It was hardly difficult to see the fashion in which even the mention of the undead creature so changed her to something far more solemn. His emerald eyes remained upon her as she glanced away from him, considering that question for some time before she shook her head only...to agree? Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed and yet, he slowly nodded in return, his gaze watching as she suddenly pulled the covers back, clearly attempting to coax him to join her. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, was this not apart of the very advice he'd given her? To twist those poor memories into something more favorable? To re-claim her bed? "All right." He muttered, clearly intending to move only for her words to suddenly stop him.

For a moment, Tetradore stared at her with a hint of incredulous that she had so inquired for his assistance in the removal of her clothing a second time. It took him a moment to clear his throat, purposefully trying to draw his attention away from the thought of her pale naked skin beneath that ebony suit. Softly, the man inhaled, trying not to let his body react to that clearly arousing situation. Shit. Still, he supposed she was...right. She could hardly move her shoulder without causing waves of pain through her system, even with his assistance it was likely to hurt...a lot. Well, there's a killer. All right, he could do this. "It's going to hurt." He muttered simply enough as he held out his hand towards her, shifting over the bed till he was sitting directly beside her, facing her in a fashion. He waited until she'd place her good hand within his, the man grasping it to pull her upwards enough to tug at that zipper upon her spine. Undoing it, however, was only the first step, his hands gingerly reaching behind to peel that suit off of her back, taking particular care to remove it around the wound upon her shoulders.

It took a bit of navigation to remove her arms from it, the man releasing her with controlled care back upon the bed before he gingerly pulled that suit further down, only to reveal the tops of the girl's bare breasts. He stopped, quite abruptly, almost hesitating as if he was questioning whether or not this was really what she wanted. However, she hardly stopped him and, slowly, he pulled that cloth further down, his gaze purposefully attempting to remain on task rather than the full bosom that had quite literally been presented to him. Dear God, he certainly could not unsee that. He pulled the fabric over her stomach and down towards her hips, the presence of the top of that fabric of her undergarments was nearly a relief - until he pulled that black mesh suit down to reveal the black, lace, and nearly see through fabric of a rather clear thong. That was...unexpected. A few seconds further and he'd deposited that suit upon the floor, briefly tossing those blankets back upon her before he was entirely content to take up a position on the opposite side of the bed as her, his back purposefully turned to her as he massaged his temple. There was no denying it, even in spite of everything, Tetradore was still very much so a man - that moment so revealing it even if he tried quite purposefully to turn both his gaze and his figure anywhere but in her direction.