That outline of undergarments beneath that nearly skin-tight ebony suit was perhaps the last consideration upon the man's mind. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the young woman's utterance of such a thing, as if it was clearly the most obvious answer in the entirety of the world. He said nothing on the topic, however, instead dismissing her attempts at apologies and further efforts to worsen the situation with a simple flick of his wrist. He was, however, entirely attentive to the young girl all the same, his gaze lingered perhaps longer than necessary upon her feminine figure as she pulled back the comforter, so attempting to coax him in the sheets and at her side. For a moment, Tetradore shifted almost uncomfortably where he was upon the bed, almost uncertain if he wanted to be any closer towards her petite frame simply due to the nature of those thoughts that tugged at his mind. Ignoring the current state of her undress was getting to be nigh impossible for the man. Still, with a gentle sigh he nodded, slipping between those sheets whilst attempting to keep at least some distance between them, his leg shifting in a position to ensure that his own...issue...was hardly as noticeable as it could be beneath that ivory comforter.

Tetradore was painfully aware of the way she rolled closer towards his frame, the were-King cleared his throat ever so slightly as her leg brushed against his own. God, she was so close - the man utilized every bit of control he possessed to keep his hands to himself, even if that sheer proximity made him all the more aroused. It was that simple fact that he was altogether assured he was incapable of simply remaining here like this that prompted his inquiry on the vampiric creature, fully intending to use that distraction to the best of his ability. A small frown crossed his features at that sudden shift within the woman, the man wholly aware of the way in which she seemed to nibble upon her bottom lip as she so considered that story she intended to tell him. It was awfully distracting - enough so that he'd considered leaning forward to instead brush his lips upon hers, though he knew exactly where that would lead them. Thankfully, the woman slowly rolled away from his physique, settling upon her back as her gaze stared quite intently at the stucco on the ceiling. That space provided him with that much needed room to breathe. A soft breath left his lips and yet, he remained altogether silent as her lips slowly parted to weave her own life story.

It was intriguing, really, that her parents would so attempt to hide their abilities from their own daughter - though, he supposed when one's gift was a choice, such was a possibility. That were-disease had run rampant through his blood since his youth. To choose was not an luxury he'd ever had. Still, he hardly voice a syllable, simply listening as she spoke of the man that had so awoken her fire affinity. It was a peculiar situation and yet, there was little reason to chastizer now for what could not be changed. Tetradore's emerald eyes watched the girl with a hint of weariness, altogether aware of that change in pitch to her voice, one that so hinted at those tears that threatened to spill. He hated the tears, they always made him utterly uncomfortable. He didn't know how to handle them. Comforting was never his forte. He was never taught how to handle those fairer emotions. Thankfully, the young woman trudged ahead with her tale, uttering of that destruction she had left in her wake and the deaths associated with it. It was funny really, how that fire so begun that horrific period within her life, much like a simple fire had so ruined his own blissful childhood.

The rest sounded sickening familiar - the way Ivan had taken her in was scarcely much different than the manner in which Risque had kidnapped him. The 'punishments' that had been doled out to her were similar to the things he'd endured from that vampire woman. The lives she'd made him take, the lives he'd watched her take, those people he was interested in that she'd killed or turned or had him murder. That virginity that had been taken from them both - though his own sexual experiences had too been fraught with those illusions his mistress were capable of summoning. His own capture had been more than physical torment. He knew exactly what she was going through - those sheer memories of the majority of his life had a fashion of so undoing any of that arousal he'd had but moments before. Rather, Tetradore slid lower into her bed sheets, his head resting upon his arm as his emerald eyes too turned towards the ceiling. "Well...it's over now." He stated simply after a moment. "I saw you teleport. I know that wasn't my power. At least, I don't think it was. Now you can go anywhere at any time - if you can master that power, Vhalla, Ivan can never find you again." Running was, by far, the best method of escape. It was a technique he'd learned long ago. All the nights he'd spent attempting to flee that prison of his life and now, she had the capability to quite literally outrun the vampire that haunted her every step. His head slowly turned to glance at her, inquisitive to see if she had even began to consider what she was now capable of.