It was not often that Tetradore revealed his far more violent nature. Of course, he spent many a night within the fighting ring and though he was an effective fighter, every moment of that brawl was strictly controlled. He never made an effort to cause more damage to his opponent when necessary, he never revealed his capabilities with his powers. This - to actively plan to take a life, was something wholly different. He was hardly ignorant to that ominous tone to her voice, the man equally as aware of what went unsaid. It was nice, almost, to not be chided for the sinful tendencies that existed within the man. For so long, the women that had surrounded him had been so strikingly pure of heart that any misstep was often looked down upon and lectured. This was a pleasant change of pace. That wild look within her golden eyes prompted a small simper on his features as she so keenly jumped onto the boat, joining in that 'adventure' of sorts regardless of what it might hold. He reached down to quickly untether the speedboat from the Ark, casting them off to the open waters and freedom that lay ahead of them.

It was only once they were on the open waters that Tetradore answers her inquiry of not only what was in the bag but too what had dragged them to that ocean in the first place. His head bobbed ever so slightly as the young woman explained the general gist of their plan. It was, admittedly, fairly simple in all regards. It was simply a matter of either securing those funds or bailing on the boat before those explosives detonated. Her inquiry of their species, however, saw Tetradore shake his head ever so slightly. "No, the main guy we're dealing with is human. Only his muscle are were and, I believe he has one Dark Hunter for hire." It was, if he was honest, the Dark Hunter alone that he was most worried of. Their kind were specialized in the eradication of the other species. Their affinities for such often made them unpredictable. "I'm not sure what he's capable of so...we have to make sure to remain vigilant and not take any unnecessary risks," Tetradore instructed as he glanced towards the woman beside him. Though he appreciated her assistance in this, Tetradore was determined to see them both return from this venture alive and well.

Her inquiry as to where they were going was answered with a slight wave of his hand towards the east. That mere mention of knots seemed to wholly baffle the young woman, prompting a further bit of explanation from the were-King. Though she still seemed confused on such a nautical term, the woman accepted it all the same with a sort of readiness. It was painfully clear, at that moment, exactly how little she knew of those majestical vehicles. It was almost a shame and yet, she seemed so fascinated by it that it only felt natural to invite her to steer that boat herself. Tetradore was hardly surprised that she jumped at the opportunity, sliding in front of him only to place her hands upon the wheel. That sheer delight upon her features brought a simper to his own face, much less the woman's sheer proximity to him. He could feel the heat that radiated off of her skin. He could smell her as she stood so close, tempting him. He could hardly deny that he had not thought of that night nestled in the confines of that pillow fort frequently. It had been a peculiar moment of...safety and sanctuary for the were-King, even if she was ignorant of the peace it had brought his tremulous life. That silence, however, had gone on too long and inquisitively he inquired to had boating experience.

Her admittance that it was confined entirely to canoes brought a chuckle from his lips, the comparison was...well, akin to night and day. His head bobbed ever so slightly. "I guess it counts for something," Tetradore admitted, though whether or not he believed it still remained to be seen. His emerald eyes turned down as her head shifted to glance at him, her body quite near brushed against his own at that moment. The vibrant emerald met the golden hue of her own irises as she sarcastically remarked she'd do her best to keep them afloat, her teasing sarcasm prompted a snort from his nose as she attempted to remind him to take deep breaths if necessary. "I'll try to remember that." Tetradore retorted. He watched as her hand slowly reached for the accelerator, clearly desiring that speed now that she was a bit more comfortable with the helm. His own hand reached forward, resting lightly against hers as he gingerly guided her hand upwards ever so slightly, instructing her to be careful as she encouraged the boat faster. He could feel the breeze rushing around them, the boat beginning to shift with each crashing wave as they cut through it. It was enough to feel that beginning bliss of freedom. Sometimes, moments like this made it hard to return to the Ark and all the responsibilities that awaited him.

That musical laugh from her lips only furthered that smile upon her features before the man nodded. "In a way, I suppose you are." He responded and yet, he could hardly deny that the sheer mention of making love to the boat had brought other thoughts to the forefront of his mind, fleeting though they were. That sudden impish inquiry as to how fast that boat could go, however, prompted his eyebrow to raise and yet, he hardly stopped her as she pressed further on that accelerator. Instead, Tetradore released his grasp upon her, assured she had some knowledge of what she was doing before the man shifted to her side. Those very speeds along demanded some measure of movement from him, particularly when the wind whipped past them and sent her hair flying behind her. His emerald eyes traced the horizon, keeping a careful lookout for that boat that was their goal tonight. He settled in the seat beside her, his voice called with some level of playfulness over the sound of the rushing winds. "What do you think? Better than a canoe?" He inquired with an almost smug grin settled on his features.

For a while, he left Mira settled at the helm, allowing the woman to enjoy the very control of that powerful boat that she so seemed to bask in wielding. He reclined lackadaisical in the seat beside her, simply enjoying the sun on his skin as it sunk lower and lower over the horizon, casting colors in the sky above them. It was almost romantic really. Or at least, it could be and the very thought of it sent his emerald eyes towards her, almost...curious for the first time of how she might receive such a notion. Though the pair had certainly been....flirtatious, sort of, there was a huge difference between those teasing words of sarcasm and...well, anything further. Before his thoughts could linger too long upon such a topic, however, that very vessel he was searching for appeared upon the horizon. The words 'My Way' printed on the back of her in large bold letters. "Mira, slow her down, we're getting close." He commented, nodding towards that very boat. It was time for things to get a bit more interesting...