It had been oddly tranquil of late, those tensions between himself and Frost's pack had slowly mellowed, his relationship with his Vector had become stable, business was going well, Tobias' upcoming wedding was on track, and Matteo had once again made his appearance within his life with the promise of taking the were-King on the first vacation he had ever enjoyed. Despite those thoughts that still occasionally lingered upon his mind of the vampire woman, she had seemingly become preoccupied, leaving Tetradore to his own devices in such a way that he no longer held that same level of anxiety as he had those first few days after she had announced her revival. It was naive, truly, that he thought she might have simply forgotten of him and yet, it was so strikingly uncharacteristic of her to leave him to his peace for so long that Tetradore allowed himself to be lulled into that sense of safety, punctuated only briefly by those occasional nightmares that had afflicted him ever since his youth. They were, he reassured himself each time, only nightmares. The Ark was his, his life was his.

She hardly lingered on his mind, not tonight, anyways. Rather, the were-King rested sprawled out against that golden hued throne. One leg was tossed haphazardly over the arm of the chair, his chin settled in his arm as his elbow rested against the other arm of his throne. His emerald eyes were settled on those fights below him in the fashion they so often where, a ghost of a simper upon his features as he watched the distinct crafiness of that snake as it constricted around the large deer. What was originally supposed to be an 'easy' match had turned into something else entirely, the underdog once again rising above what was expected of it. He had hardly expected that sudden sensation that assaulted him, it had been so long since he had felt that feeling of her and yet, it was immistable all the same. He could hardly help that shudder that ran down his spine, that smile all but vanished from his features before that singular word entered his thoughts. 'Come'. He knew it was her, just as he too knew that command was meant for an immediate reaction within him, even if the man attempted to rebel all the same.

He had forgotten what it felt like to fight her, that control she held over him might not have been as strong as it once was but it still induced that compulsion within him all the same. He couldn't help that sensation of restlessness that longer he lounged within that seat, only further intensifying the were-King's agitation. It gnawed at him, at his muscles, and pierced through his bones till like an itch he couldn't scratch. He was disgruntled when he found himself raising from that chair, hating the very fact that he knew what he was giving into. Whatever he found at the end of that intangible thread was not going to be pleasant and, frankly, he hardly desired to find himself within her grasp all over again. For several moments, he paced outside of that large cargo ship and yet, every moment that passed in which that command went unanswered only furthered that discontent, that anxiety, that restlessness, and soon too that aching pain within him. A soft huff of air left his lips and yet, the only way to soothe those very sensations was to give in. He knew this, after all those years.

It was inevitable, truly. Tetradore was unable to deny her even in spite of his intense desire to do so. He found himself following that very same path that timid feline had taken him down after what felt like months. That club was still hopping with the same raw, carnal energy it always had, even if the building was different. Those three letters still glowed with the same neon hue, the very sight of that sign caused his eyes to narrow and yet, at least the activity of that dance club promised that this meeting would hardly be the same as his last one with her. Tetradore stepped into that room, quite near ignoring those bodies that danced and swayed to the thrumming beat of music overhead. Rather, he moved purposefully towards the back of the building, knowing well she was somewhere in the back of that chaos. Tetradore hardly recognized the face of the were that stepped in his path, effectively cutting him off from that 'staff only' section. She had gotten herself more lackies after he had quite near dismantled her last domain, thanks to that fire. These weres, this staff, hardly had any idea who he was and yet, they would learn soon enough.

Her name was all that was necessary to get that man in front of him moving, even if it was just to verify that Tetradore's presence was expected. He leaned against that door frame as he watched the poor man scramble, entirely aware of exactly what sort of life the poor creature must have under her hands. A notable frown traced his features, his arms folded over his chest and yet, Tetradore hardly had to wait long before someone was ushering him into the very depths of Syn. It was blatantly clear which door was hers, the reinforced steel and silver made him cringe to even be near that amount of the element that brought him such pain. Even so, soon enough he stood before the face of that very vampiress, his entire demeanor meant to display how closed off he was to her. The sweet sound of her voice hardly prompted a reaction within him, the man entirely content to stand before her desk even despite her command for otherwise. "I'd rather stand." He retorted, his baritone voice almost gruff as he stared at her. That rebellion was miniscule and yet, that very war for his freedom had just begun all the same. He was eternally testing those boundaries, seeing what he could get away with only to subtly attempt to gain what little victories he could once those 'rules' of sorts had been established. It had been so long that, in spite of all he knew she was capable, that whole process still begun anew.