it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

The very idea that Raven and Tobias' child might be some sort of hybrid caused Tetradore's eyebrows to furrow in contemplation of that very monstrosity. The idea of a feline....canine was...concerning, to say the least. "Let's just...hope that doesn't happen." He commented after a moment's contemplation. After all, the last thing he wanted was for Raven to have any further reason to fret over being different. After all, the girl struggled enough as it was with her scars, though why had eternally baffled him. His head shook ever so slightly, pushing the thought from his mind as he offered her that Spanish phrase she had requested. Though he doubted she would ever figure out entirely what he had offered her, that simple fact that she had guessed her beauty prompted a small, impish upward twitch to his lips, the very kind that only further evolved into laughter. "Yeah, right," Tetradore responded at the idea of getting in bed will all the female were-felines. In fact, that idle comment only made him more aware of how long it hadbeen since anyone had shared his bed. It had been nearly two years now, hadn't it? God, maybe he should try that line on someone.

It was that very comment of having a mate, however, that drew his thoughts from sex. He shrugged ever so slightly, assuring her that such was a topic he hardly knew about. He hardly missed that scowl upon her features, that very reaction wholly vexing to the man. "What's that look for?" Tetradore inquired, one eyebrow rose ever so slightly with a hint of skepticism. Something was clearly weighing heavily on her thoughts.

Either way, Tetradore paused quite abruptly, his attention deviated towards fence beside them as he announced this was the home that held that painting. His rather vague plan, however, hardly seemed to appeal to Malia and yet, the man's willingness to indulge her in her own plan resulted in little more than sarcasm. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly. "How about you distract the homeowner with your womanly ways while I distract the dog." He muttered, far more inclined to that job than some effort to woo a man with Spanish. He threaded his fingers together, giving Malia a place to put her foot as he helped her over the fence, only to pull himself up and over in those moments after. The suggestion that the dog was inside however, caused a small frown upon his lips before he suggested they could raid the kitchen, hoping anything they found in there would distract it. That small snicker on her lips caused his eyebrows to rise again and yet, he said nothing as he led the way towards the back door.

That inquiry to utilize their affinity, however, was met with but a sigh on her lips, the young woman clearly determined to do this without any of those gifts afforded to them. An almost skeptical look crossed his features as his arms crossed over his chest and yet, Tetradore stepped away from the door, those emerald eyes focused upon her as she stepped up to the door. The sudden appearance of that lockpick in hand, however, was entirely unexpected, much less the ease and which she fit those tools into the door. "Where the hell did you learn this?" He inquired, clearly he had not anticipated her to have this skill. Even Tetradore, for all his thefts, had never actually learned to lockpick a door....unless it was a car door. That wink he was provided prompted a roll of his own eyes and yet, he had to admit she had some level of skill as the door popped open in but moments, swinging inwards. That sound of the animal getting up hardly went unnoticed by the were-King and yet, Malia was altogether quick to pull him towards the closet, tugging him inside with her before closing the door. That pantry of sorts was...small, by all means, the man entirely aware of how close he was to the petite figure of the woman as the dog sniffed at the crack in the door. That soft assurance that she had left pheromones for the dog to follow prompted a glimpse of surprise upon Tetradore's features. He hardly made a noise, however, as the young woman slid from the door, carefully moving to close the outside door to the canine, providing them freedom from it to finish their theft, at least, until they tried to escape with the painting in tow.

Her inquiry of the painting's location caused him to nod towards the door the dog had just come through. "It's this way." He informed her, leading the young woman through the home and up the grand staircase with a surprising amount of familiarity. He made his way up the staircase and down the hallway, only to pause quite abruptly, gesturing slightly at the painting on the wall. His voice dropped to a soft whisper, knowing well the master bedroom that lay just on the other side of it. "Whatever you do, don't touch it. He puts this...powder shit on it. Stained my hands blue for two fucking weeks." He muttered, handing her the blanket he'd brought with him. "I need you to tilt it upwards so I can get it off the hook. He bolted it to the wall using special hooks after my first attempt."

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me