Tetradore was silent by nature, that stoicness he often presented the world at large had been near beaten into him by the years of abuse he had endured. The over-eager child he had once been had all but vanished, replaced by thick layers upon layers that were placed between himself and the world. So thick were those walls that reaching the Were-King was nothing shy of an ever challenging endeavor, any attempt to shatter them merely resulted in an even further retreat into that silence that he so often withdrew within, those very thoughts protected so fiercely. They were, after all, the only thing he had ever been able to keep for himself - the thoughts and emotions that afflicted the man. Tonight, however, it was hardly the past that dwelled on his mind, much less the vampire mistress that haunted his every move. No, tonight he was content to leave those monsters upon the shore of that entrancingly busy metropolis. The dark depths of those waters were, perhaps, an escape for Tetradore as much as they were for Mira herself and he had every intention to indulge within them. After all, for one night alone, he was perhaps willing to give into the idea that his life might be capable of holding more than heartbreak and distress.

Her mention of celebrating until the sun came up provoked within the man a far more carnal thought. He was wholly assured they could prove to be...sufficiently distracted until sunrise. Such a thought was a rarity in itself. Sex was, admittedly, rarely contemplated by the man, despite how unbelievable such might be. Although his gender was well known for their tendencies towards sexual exploits, such a physical activity had been altogether...traumatizing for the man. Now, however, he found himself almost yearning to feel Mira's flesh under his hands, her body pressed against his. It was enough of an anomaly that he hardly questioned it, instead merely acting as he prowled beneath the darkness of the moon towards her. Tetradore reached out to her, his thumb gingerly caressed her cheek in a far more tender gesture. His emerald eyes met the flickering golden hue of her irises before the man leaned down, pressing his lips against her own. That kiss was nothing short of hungry, the man wholly desiring not just the taste of Mira on his lips but her in every way possible. It was that very desire he wished to impress upon her and, in turn, Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way in which her mouth pressed so eagerly against his.

Tentatively, Tetradore pulled away from her all too intoxicating mouth, those familiar Spanish words falling softly in the silence between them. That appreciation was, admittedly, entirely an excuse to continue what Mira had started hours before. Her insistence that she hardly minded his sort of thanks, however, prompted an altogether rare chuckle from his lips, the sound almost velvety in the quietness of the ocean air. That humor, however, hardly lasted long as the she-wolf drew closer towards him, refocusing his attention entirely on the desires that filled him. It was her assurance that he provided her with mixed signals that intrigued him, Tetradore's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he inquired after that very conundrum. His promise to make those very intentions clear seemed to immediately catch the young woman's attention. Mira's probing inquiry caused his head to dip in a small nod, "Mmhm." Tetradore answered, the sound merely a gentle murmur on his lips as his hand reached forward to take her slender fingers within his own. Slowly, Tetradore turned to lead her own into the depths of the yacht and the luxury that awaited them in the depths of his boat.

His entire demeanor was lackadaisical as he turned on the lights in the interior of the boat. He led her through the sitting area, the kitchen bathed in the same warm glow and yet he hardly held any interest in those areas of the yacht. Tetradore glanced behind him at the she-wolf, his emerald eyes meeting the golden hue of his own as her hand gently squeezed his own. A soft chuckle left his lips before Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly. "It is." The man readily agreed, the interior of the speedboat was entirely impressive in every way but his own interests were far more...single-minded. Tetradore led her towards one of the closed doors, swinging the door inwards, the lamps on both sides of the King sized bed flickered on, casting the room in a gentle glow. Tetradore easily guided her towards the bed, only to turn and sit down upon the edge of it. The Were-King slowly pulled her closer, guiding the girl down on top of him without being, exactly firm. Despite Tetradore's own desires at that moment, he made every effort to be strikingly gentle with Mira, eternally leaving the choice up to her if only for just how poorly his own encounters with such intimacy had gone for most of his life. His lips found hers all over again and yet, Tetradore found himself looking for some sort of sign from her, some signal that she wanted to take things further. Though he was her Alpha, this had to be entirely Mira's choice alone.