Tetradore understood better than most ever would begin to fathom of the situation the young woman was in. He knew well that pity hardly helped. Pity didn't keep them safe. Pity didn't still the pain from the physical abuse. Pity didn't stop the tears that came in the middle of the night. Pity was damn near useless. Rather, the man was practical. He provided her with the exact same thing that he would have wanted - hope. Hope that there was not only an escape but a plan on how to do it. Hope without follow through was just as useless to her. His emerald eyes turned towards her petite figure, watching as she considered that knowledge that he had provided her with. She had been gifted, both unexpectedly and unfortunately, with his own affinity - or at least, a variation of it. He watched as she rolled back over towards him, repeating that singular word as if in awe of what she had accomplished. Slowly, his head bobbed and yet, he hardly prompted her to vocalize her thoughts, not yet. He heard that soft sigh on her lips, one that spoke volumes of her sincere consideration to that situation she found herself in.

The girl's insistence that she had been altogether unknowledgeable of her affinity of teleportation was hardly astonishing. After all, if she had held that ability earlier, it would have been far more difficult to teach her that lesson in the forest nearly a month prior. She would have used it then, he was assured. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "It's not that difficult." The were King assured her. After all, for him, it had come quite naturally, then again, so had most of his abilities. He'd never struggled to maintain control but nor was he lack of any subjects to test those affinities upon either. What was that saying? Practice makes perfect? The semantics of that escape plan, however, were hardly as easy as he had anticipated, the notion of a 'bond' between them caused him to frown ever so slightly. The vampire was relatively assured he had lacked such a metaphysical thing with his own vampire captor, though it did example how she had always manage to find him in the past when he'd so recklessly broken from his prison cell. "But...it is breakable...?" He inquired, altogether attentive to her words. "It may not be possible tonight...but you're hardly alone, Vhalla. There are potions you can buy. There's this witch in the black market who made me one once to allow a vampire to walk in the sunlight. If she can do such a thing as that, I don't think this bond is a lost cause." He was nothing short of practical, assured the sun was a far greater feat to get around then a simple bond.

Regardless, he listened as the young woman so spun her tale of her eternal woes of that affinity she wielded. Tetradore could scarcely imagine what it was like to be incapable of controlling something so powerful. Still, he hardly ran away from the idea like so many others before him likely had. "It sounds like you need practice." He stated simply enough. Her admittance that her 'practice' attempts resulted in a mass fire several years ago, however, brought a small shrug to his shoulders. "No, it wasn't mine then. I remember that on the local news though." Risque had been concerned only due to the fire's closeness to that dance club she'd owned, though, being upwind, they had remained fairly out of it's reach altogether. That silence fell over them in those few moments after and yet, Tetradore made little effort to break it. Rather, it wasn't until the clearing of her throat that his gaze turned towards her in a clearly questioning fashion. "Yeah?" He inquired at the sound of his name, watching her as she paused quite abruptly before, in a fashion he hardly anticipated at all. She wanted to....kiss him?

His eyebrows furrowed, a small frown crossed his features as a thought rose far above his own physical desires. It would have been so easy to kiss her back, to fall into that trap and yet...even he knew well exactly what this was. Softly, the man sighed, his hand reaching up to run through his hair. "You know what he's doing, right?" He inquired, his gaze refocusing upon her. This was something he understood far too well. "He knows you can teleport too now. He knows you can run now, regardless of the fact that he can find you. He's letting you find comfort in me, Vhalla." He muttered, his gaze turned abruptly away from her, extremely disliking that truth he knew existed. She had a chance to escape this life and he wasn't going to be the one to ruin it. He leaned forward suddenly, pressing his lips gingerly against her forehead. "I won't be the reason you stay, you have a chance to leave him Vhalla. You deserve that.....get some sleep, okay?" He commented, his voice a near whisper before the man pulled away from her, as much as he didn't want to. It was better this way.