Tetradore's emerald eyes turned inquisitively towards the young woman beside him as she announced that she was hardly surprised by the species of his client. He had never considered the sheer selfishness of their normal counterparts. In Tetradore's experience, such traits tended to extend beyond any mere species. There was a natural greed that gripped the hearts of men and women alike, one that the were-King himself had fallen prey to. Tonight, however, would not be that night. Still, Tetradore understood the point she was making. Humans were often ignorant of the way things worked. A were, for example, would know not to cross an Alpha. To let a slight go unpunished showed weakness and weakness did not allow for an Alpha to have a particularly long reign. Even so, a small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders in response, before he instead turned that conversation to far more pleasant matters, at least for the time being. He had noticed, after all, the way that she had eyed the helm of that yacht with an almost inquisitive yearning. That unspoken desire was one he was more than willing to fulfill, that offer fell abruptly from his lips as he stepped back from the helm.

It might have seemed crazy to allow a novice at the front of his ship. The boat, after all, was a complicated vessel and much went into that sailing beyond simply going straight. However, with the open waters in front of them and that brief instruction to follow the coastline, Tetradore seemed surprisingly at ease as he let her slip between himself and that steering wheel. He was well aware of that glimpse of mischievousness that crossed her features at having such a powerful engine at her fingertips. The very knowledge of her reckless tendencies, however, caused his hand to reach forward and engulf her own, guiding her gently as he showed her the proper way to encourage that boat faster, now that they were maneuvering out of the harbor and into the open ocean. He was hardly oblivious to the sheer proximity of the young woman to him, much less the very scent of her that so tugged at him, accompanied with the crisp bite of the salt water. It would have been so easy to pull her closer towards him....and yet, beyond that night she'd fallen asleep against him, he had never noticed any interest she might have held for him, at least, intimately.

Such thoughts were pushed away from the forefront of his mind, however, as Mira claimed that her experience with a canoe surely counted for something. Though Tetradore was certain that the two vessels hardly compared, he was willing to accept her declaration all the same. Her comment that she felt as if she was trying to make love to the boat with that gentle acceleration, however, prompted ready laughter from his lips in agreement. His hand fell gently from her's, the man watching as that smirk so lingered upon her features. Such dirty talk, in the context of Mira, at least, had a way of being wholly alluring, even if she hadn't quite realized the effect it could have upon him. It was only once that ship began its hasty speed over the waters, sending that spray of the ocean around them with each crash of the boat upon the waves, that Tetradore inquired as to how it compared to her canoe. A small smug glimpse crossed his features as she admitted that this hardly compared to the slow crawl of that manual paddle. Her sudden announcement that she might not allow him to drive them back, however, was answered with a soft chuckle, the sound of which was surely lost upon the wind that now whipped by them. "You're welcome to it." He responded as he moved towards that seat beside her, entirely content to flop down in that chair as the boat sped ever onwards.

Tetradore was hardly perturbed by that tranquil silence that settled over them as Mira piloted that boat further out and away from the city that enslaved them both. His hand reached up to grip the side of the boat as the pair were temporarily airborne, that boat gracefully sliding off of a particularly large wave only to fall with a splash back to the surface of the ocean. His emerald eyes turned towards her, watching that grin blossom across her features as she giggled. In that sweet moment, Mira looked free - free of any of the worries that usually assaulted her, free of the past, just....free. She was beautiful. His gaze turned away from her, glancing towards the horizon as the sun painted the sky in a plethora of colors. A small sound left his lips as she informed him that, someday, she wished to see exactly what the boat was truly capable of. A small simper tugged at the corner of his features and yet, it was her glance back towards him that caused his gaze to shift to her in an almost questioning fashion. He was oblivious to the thoughts that lingered on her mind, or the consideration with the depths of her golden hued eyes at that moment. Rather than asking after it, however, his gaze deviated at the glimpse of their very destination.

It was mere seconds later that he requested the young woman slow the boat, particularly with the sight of their query at hand. He was hardly ignorant to that pout upon her features and yet, she was quick to oblige him all the same. Thank god. His gaze rove over the ship, hardly glancing towards the woman as she muttered under her breath. It was, however, the admittance that she had no idea how to park the boat, however, quickly saw him step behind her, one hand reaching around to take the wheel, all the while leaving her that space to shift away from the helm. It was only once the were-King was settled back before the controls of that boat that he began to maneuver it with masterful ease, letting it slow to a sputter as he worked on properly anchoring it to the bottom of the sea, all the while maintaining some level of closeness to the boat they intended to board. "Okay, she shouldn't move." He announced several moments later. He plucked two of the duffle bags from that collection, handing them two her before hoisting one on his shoulder and holding another in his hand. "Be careful with those. We're going to teleport over. You'll join me down in the hull at first. If talks look like their going bad, excuse yourself...pretend your...sea sick or something and set up the explosives. They should be pretty straightforward, they're already rigged so all you have to do is start the timer. We'll have 20 minutes to get off the boat and back here...sound good?" Tetradore glanced up at her, making certain she was still on board with that plan before he offered her his only free hand, fully intending to utilize his affinity once she was ready.