Tetradore had known from the beginning that, despite her assurances that his efforts to remove that suit from her frame wasn't so bad, the pain was yet to come. The moment that suit was peeled from her shoulders, he could hear that hiss of breath as she struggled to keep herself silent in the wake of it. Tetradore knew well what he was doing and yet, even he had hardly expected what she had on underneath - or rather, what she didn't have on. He was painfully aware of the sight of her breasts, even if they in and of themselves were not particularly anything new to him. After all, in his youth, being around that dance club, he'd seen his fair share of her gender's anatomy and yet, truly, it had been sometime since he'd seen anything beyond Samantha's figure, longer still really since he'd actually laid with anyone. His body, it would seem was perhaps far more eager than he had anticipated. He tossed those blankets abruptly back onto her figure now that the ebony suit was on the floor, the man hardly looking where he had placed them before he scooted onto the opposite side of the bed as her, attempting to angle himself in such a way that his own newfound 'issue' was not immediately within her view. That, however, he quickly discovered was a rather failed attempt.

He leaned forward ever so slightly at the sound of her coughing reverberating in the silence beside him, the man pinching the bridge of his nose in a small gesture of coping decidedly poorly with the peculiar awkwardness of this whole situation. The girl's apology was met with a rather dismissive flick of his wrist as he shifted almost uncomfortably, all too aware that now she was aware of this...problem he now had. "I expected you to actually have clothes on underneath." He grumbled, his voice decidedly flat in that bizarre twist of...embarrassment. How she had so made him so startlingly self conscious, he hadn't the faintest of notions, particularly when the man had many an experience of being so particularly bare in front of her gender without it resorting to anything quite like this. His emerald eyes fluttered towards her ever so hesitantly as the girl actually had the audacity to comment on his girth, those blankets so abruptly shifting beneath him as she attempted to cover her face with them in disbelief of the words she'd just admitted. God, somehow this had gotten worse.

His hand ran through his hair as his gaze briefly met the blue of her eyes, the girl's features finally peeking out from under the sheets. "Don't worry about it." Tetradore muttered simply, all too aware of what she had just admitted to - that she had slept with others all for that very man that had put them both here in the first place. Letting his thoughts linger upon the vampire was enough calm that particularly eager part of his own body, at least until she pulled back the sheets to provide him with a glance of those very same breasts. Fucking hell. His gaze turned away from her and yet, for the moment, he didn't argue with that offer, grateful, rather, for the cover that comforter would provide him. He settled beneath the sheets, sitting more so than laying and yet, he let his knee rise ever so slightly so his leg was creating more of a triangle, so making an effort to keep the effects of his arousal from being any further blatantly obvious. God, he was going to be thinking of her naked body all night at this rate.

Tetradore cleared his throat, taking charge of that situation in an effort to keep the future awkwardness far more contained, much less in an effort to guide her thoughts from his rather abrupt desires. "You were going to tell me about Ivan." He stated simply enough, those eyes turned towards her quite expectantly, truly making an effort to ignore all of her that he had seen, even if it remained quite steadily upon the back of his mind - not to mention the simple fact of how close she was to his body, mere inches separating his naked form from her own. This was going to be a very long night at this rate.