Tetradore was nothing short of cautious when it came to the admittance of exactly what his plans for the evening was. He was used to the steadfast morals of the women around him, their gentler nature hardly fitting for the rough edges of the handsome man. Samantha had been nothing short of a pure, tender soul. Her warm heart was hardly prepared to handle his callousness. Raven, on the other hand, was entirely true to what she deemed 'good'. She quite near feared any action that might skew her moral compass. Isolt was just as sweet and caring and endearing, the girl resorting only to her darker tendencies when it resulting in saving someone she loved. His limited experiences with women made him weary and yet...Mira was....different. She held a strength that the others lacked, a recklessness that called to his soul. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at Mira's admittance that he should have started with that vague explanation he had provided her. Her assurance that she excelled in this very sort of affairs was both...unexpected and yet, considering her nature, almost not terribly surprising if he really considered it. Truthfully though, it made him wonder exactly what sort of things she had done for her previous Alpha to prompt the same readiness to embark within that danger, particularly under the guise of seeing him in one piece.

His head shook ever so slightly, "Well, nothing's been able to kill me yet." The were-King muttered, even if that wasn't...wholly true, he knew now that Risque would hardly allow a few explosives to undo her favorite prey. He leaned down towards that last duffle bag, only to glance up at the young woman's own softly muttered observation. That comment caused a simper to flutter across the were-King's features, followed by the rich, warm, and rare sound of laughter. "Yes, they truly must be." He agreed after a moment, that smirk still rested on his lips. "Shall we teach them a lesson?" He inquired, allowing that glimpse of impishness to dance deep within those vibrant emerald eyes. There was, without a doubt, a darker side to the Western Monarch. Though he presented many with a face of offstandish chivalry, it was little compared to the callousness he was equally as capable of harnessing when the need arose. Tonight, it was surely those very lessons he had been taught under the cruel hand of that vampire that had dominated so much of his life that he was relying upon.

He reached down to untie the final knot that kept the boat attached to the Ark, that glimpse of amusement still settled on his features, momentarily chasing away that grim demeanor he had held at what the future might hold. The mere presence of those black duffle bags at his feet, however, seemed to hold the young woman's attention, prompting an inquiry of the contents. Although Tetradore was quick to brush off her questions, she hardly seemed as willing to simply ignore them, providing him an almost pointed look in the process. His gaze briefly met her own before the man slowly rose to meet that challenge. "All right," Tetradore commented, before gesturing towards some of the bags further in. "Those have the rest of their product, should they decide to pay their outstanding bill. Those have explosives in them should they decide not to." A small shrug crossed his shoulders. Well, at the very least he provided her with precisely what she was desiring. Those bags would be particularly useful when things became less than pleasant.

Mira hardly seemed concerned of the presence of those explosives upon the boat, easily hopping on board to assist in pushing the boat away from the edge of the Ark. It was only once he'd gained sufficient clearance that he let the engine rev to life beneath them. He led the yacht away from the large cargo ship, that wind whipping around them as he directed the boat towards the East. That innocent inquiry of where they were heading prompted a short answer from the were-King, only to prompt a glance of confusion from Mira. "Uhh.... just...think of it as miles." He commented, even if the number was not exact, it was close enough. She seemed intrigued by the controls settled in front of him, her ignorance of boats quite clearly showing through and yet he was more than willing to give the woman a chance at the wheel. He stepped back ever so slightly, leaving one hand on the wheel as he invited her to squeeze between him and those controls. For a moment, she seemed skeptical of that offer and yet, it was entirely fleeting before that mischievous sort of glee took over her fair features. Now that was the Mira he knew.

A small simper settled upon the man's features as she slid in front of him, her petite hands settling on the wheel of the boat. Gingerly his own fingers lifted from that polished wood as he inquired after her experience with boats. Tetradore was, naturally, entirely aware of her slender frame but mere inches away from his, the were-King almost content to let those memories of the young girl nestled in his arms with that movie playing in the background resurface. He remembered what she felt like...what she smelled like...that tender moment perhaps the most intimate he had allowed himself to be in some time and yet....how he could still ache for that closeness all over again. It was the sound of her voice that drew his thoughts away from those desires. He could hardly help that chuckle before his head shook ever so slightly. "No, a canoe definitely doesn't count." He retorted, even if Tetradore had never been on one himself. His body shifted as her head turned to eye him. That amusement caused his own eyebrow to rise. "Oh, that's very reassuring." And yet, despite those teasing words, Tetradore was not exactly worried either. After all, he was fairly certain that as long as they kept the shore on their right, her crashing into something was not a likely scenario. He watched as her hand reached out towards that lever beside her, hesitating as if searching for some reassurance. "You have to do it gently." He commented, reaching his hand out to rest upon her own, guiding her hand up that lever to slowly give that engine the freedom it clearly yearned for.