How intimately well Tetradore knew fear. The majority of his life had been near saturated with the emotion - that ever-present anxiety of what each night might bring made him altogether familiar with the sensation, possibly contributing to his own eventual mastery over such a mental state. His emerald eyes lingered upon the Hispanic woman as she seemed to consider his own affinity, only to announce with a delighted grin Ethan had likely wet himself in that terror and apprehension. Tetradore's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as a soft snort left his nose. It was, admittedly, rather nice to hear the man who had so thought himself capable of pulling one over on the Were-King had, in turn, found himself as little more than a blubbering fool at the very end of it all. That power did come in handy indeed. Mira's sudden assertion that she had every intention of bringing a firearm with her next time, however, prompted a small glimpse of surprise upon the Alpha's features. "Next time, hm?" He inquired, nearly bemused with her subtle efforts to inform him that there would, indeed, be a next time. He was, admittedly, hardly against her company. Quite on the contrary, his emerald eyes seemed to linger on her feminine frame as Mira's golden gaze turned towards the fiery wreckage as Tetradore threw the speedboat into drive.

He was almost hesitant to tear his gaze away and yet, that demand to find some distance between themselves at that ship near required him to. He coaxed the yacht to full speed, the pair near skipping across the water as that explosion got smaller and smaller the further away they flew. Tetradore glanced behind him towards the wreckage, only bothering to pause when that fire appeared as little more than a luminous dot upon the horizon. The Were-King allowed that boat to slow within the depths of that oceanic water before the man guided that anchor down all over again. His every movement was purposeful, his thoughts so intensely contemplative of that very brush of affection she had given him prior to their reckless meeting with Ethan. It was a touch of passion that Tetradore was more than willing to return. He all too easily closed the distance between the pair, entirely aware of then inquisitive glimpse upon her features as her warm golden gaze met the intensely dark emerald of his own irises. It was...quiet here, peaceful and intimate, the exact sort of place that provided the Were-King the freedom to so tentatively probe at those emotions without the interruption of the pack at large.

Mira hardly seemed immediately repulsed with the notion that the pair were staying here for the evening. Quite on the contrary, she seemed more than eager to embrace the idea of 'celebration' till the sun filled the very sky above them. Admittedly, he was certain her notion of celebrating was not quite what presently lingered upon Tetradore's own mind. A single glance was given towards the inky darkness that surrounded their boat as Tetradore stepped closer towards her, entirely oblivious to the way his masculine frame seemed to mimic the feline that rested just beneath his caramel flesh. His hand rose to her fair features, his thumb gingerly caressed her cheek. He was altogether aware of the heat beneath her very skin and yet, he spoke nothing of it as her slender fingers slowly rose to rest upon the Were-King's muscular chest. He leaned forward, his lips meeting her own in an effort to return that kiss she had given him all those hours prior. This time, however, Tetradore was more than content to steal more than one of those fleeting kisses. He relished in the taste of her upon his lips, that hunger rising within the both of them with each press of affection.

That gentle sensation of her tongue against his lip hardly seemed to sway him and yet, Tetradore was more than aware that he hadn't exactly offered her any reason why he was so freely giving such aoration when it was so atypical of the Alpha. The Spanish upon his lips prompted a clear smirk within the woman, even though he was well aware of the near ravenous look that danced within her burning gaze. Her assurance that 'having her back' was all the thanks she required from him, however, prompted a small shrug of the King's broad shoulders. After all - was such not his responsibility as her Alpha? To always be there to support her, to ensure she escaped from those sticky situations unscathed? Even so, Tetradore was aware of the way in which she so lingered in front of him, basking in their simple proximity. That sultry grin and teasing tone upon her lips, however, prompted a rare chuckle of amusement from the Alpha, his head shook ever so slightly. "I'm glad," the Were-King muttered in response. Tetradore hardly made a move to stop her, however, as the woman leaned closer, her lips but mere inches from his ear. Her breath was warm against his flesh and yet, it was her words that intrigued him most.

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Tetradore leaned away just so he might meet those golden eyes. "Mixed signals?" The Alpha inquired, "I thought I was being obvious." He paused, his gaze briefly deviated towards the stairs the led to the living quarters below. "I suppose I'll just have to try better." He commented, wholly unperturbed, after all, it wasn't as if the man often went through the effort of expressing any sort of desire for any woman. Instead, Tetradore reached out to slowly intertwine with her own before he moved to lead her down the stairs, flicking on the lights as he went.