He despised that small smile that settled on her lips. It was purposefully enticing, the kind of knowing grin that seemed to suggest that she knew something he was not privy to. It only made the man bristle inside even further, that aura of power quite near radiated off of him at that moment, his defiant energy so pressing into the domineering one of Risque's own. His retaliation was met with but a purr of her soprano lyrics as she so goaded him onwards and yet, Tetradore refused to rise to that challenge. Not yet. Rather, those emerald eyes simply offered her that smouldering glare, echoing of the discontent and anger that rested just below the surface of those vibrant irises. He was hardly perturbed as she voiced her own disdain of that faux death at his hands. He could quite near feel that fury that radiated off of her in kind and yet, he had few regrets of so harming that illusion, with the exception, of course, that it had not but her real body he had sliced into with those sharpened claws she so wished to see. Though he had made the effort to point out the fruitlessness of his own endeavor, that slight seemed one she was unwilling to forgive all the same, not that it terribly surprised him one way or the other.

Although Tetradore could quite near taste the agitation beneath that pensive tone, he answered that question with little more than a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't regret it." He informed her, that baritone rumble of his voice decidedly flat in that moment. Was she attempting to scare him with the threat of some unknown consequence? Frankly, she'd have to do far more than merely attempt to intimidate him. Especially now, now that he had become the King of Fear. After all, he had already withstood several decades under her cruel hand. Anything she dished out, he was more than capable of withstanding, or so he thought. His emerald eyes but briefly flickered down to her hands, watching with poised indifference as her nail dug into the mahogany wood of her once pristine desk. Those words prompted little more than a dull look of boredom upon his features, that very reminder of his captivity had haunted him for so many evenings of late that the jab hardly prompted any sort of riling of the were-King.

Another small shrug crossed his shoulders at that unspoken promise of what his future might hold. Where once the man had chosen his battles with care, it seemed within that time apart he had gotten brave. That brazen spirit only igniting into a veritable inferno that now was not easily extinguished. His emerald eyes met that striking blue of her own as that poignant silence settled within the suffocatingly small room. He had been prepared for this. He had ensured his pack would be well cared for. He had seen to those plans with distinct care and now that he was within her grasp, Tetradore had every intention of following through. It hardly mattered to him anymore what she did to him. It was his pack alone he was concerned for, and yet, he hadn't quite realized that threat already extended to them to, at least, not yet. He watched as Risque rose to her feet, abruptly closing the distance between the pair of them with a near vampiric quickness. The very scent of her perfume filled his nostrils with a sickening sweetness that hardly suited her. He could see that small twitch of the tip of her nose, the action almost endearing, were it not for the knowledge of what she too likely smelled upon him.

It was that very mention of Tobias, however that finally coaxed a reaction from the man, his voice distinctly sharp as that lie slipped off his tongue. There was no denying he had a soft spot for the broken man. A trust that even failed to be bested by that blood bond with his sibling. Tobias knew. He understood what those years alone had been like, he was one of the few whom had offered the ailing Alpha what he needed most of all - safety, or at least the promise of it, as unrealistic as it was. The least he could do was safeguard with little bit of sanity the boy still had, with the hope that he might be given a glimpse of the life he should have had with Raven. He was inattentive, at that moment, to the way his heart betrayed him - at least physically. For a moment, his resolve swayed, Tetradore instead inquiring after what she wanted from him, as if he was fully intending to take on the burden of her reign as long as his pack was left alone. The Alpha was aware of her hungry eyes upon him, that look more akin to a beast moments from devouring her prey. It unsettled him, even as he waited for her answer.

A small frown crossed his features as she laid out those terms she so desired from him. They were impossible to fulfil, truly. He would never be entirely on board with the woman's sadistic desires, he could never be entirely obedient to her every whim and yet, the promise that this would keep his pack safe made him....consider it. He was silent as that sweet voice so called to him, promising a deal that even Tetradore, at his core, doubt would ever remain in tact. He said distinctly little at that reminder she offered him, the man entirely used to being viewed as an object to be owned. Rather, it was that 'but' that seemed to stir something within him, turning those enticing eyes towards her. Of course there was more to this deal. There always was with her. He should have known. He should have anticipated that and yet, even he wasn't prepared for just how his blood boiled at that continued string she attached to his packs safety. His gaze narrowed, his first balled at his side. He knew what she was doing. She wanted another of his pack to be hers, just like he was. She wanted another to be condemned to his fate, another thing to hold over his head. He would never give her that. Never.

For a moment, Tetradore considered his answer, those emerald eyes eying the woman as that feline grazed up against his thigh. That touch of familiarity was wholly ignored, his focus entirely placed upon his vampiric Mistress. It took him a moment to formulate that plan, haphazard though it was. "Oh, Risque..." He uttered softly as he stepped forward to close the little distance that still existed between them. His baritone voice was almost velveteen in that moment, a tone he had only ever used with Samantha. His fingers gingerly reached for her jawline, that touch far sweeter than anything he had ever willingly given her before. His thumb swept along her jaw, only to skirt downwards towards her neck. "You must be a fool..." He continued in that softly musing tone. His have wrapped around her neck, the force within that grasp hardly holding any kindness as he stove to shove her backwards against that wall, the man holding every intention to use those chains and collars that she'd used on him for so long. "...to think I would ever give you one of them." Those final words were hissed through his teeth as he stepped forward, shoving her in the process. That strangled hold might not make her suffocate but as long as he got her to that wall, he could make the rest up as he went along. Though that silver would surely burn him in the same fashion it would her, all that mattered at that moment was marring that porcelain flesh. No matter the cost.