On a whole, Tetradore took distinctly little interest within involving himself intimately with others. He had, in the majority of his life, found little pleasure in such activities, the emotions and chemical releases fostered by it only prompted his skin to crawl in discontent. So much of his experience had been stolen from him, from one woman or another between Risque's control of his body to Samantha's control of his emotions. This - tonight, was the first time in an eternity in which those desires tugged so potently at him of his own free will. It was peculiar, and oh so dangerous, the want to feel her skin against his, to press his lips with such fervor against hers, to explore the very length of her feminine figure. His hand fit easily within hers, his fingers intertwining with her own as he led her down and into the comforting embrace of the luxury ship. That confidence that so accompanied the Were-King hardly seemed to waver in the slightest, even if a part of him was both apprehensive and entirely unsure of exactly how he intended to move that innocent flirtation into something...well more. He had never, after all, made the effort before tonight to initiate anything quite like this. Tetradore glanced behind him at the young woman's near sarcastic remake and yet it prompted little more than a warm chuckle from his lips. That boat, after all, was something to behold.

He led her through the living room and the small kitchenette, the man hardly dallying in the slightest as he finally opened the door to a lavish bedroom. Tetradore made his way towards the bed, the man settling upon the edge of it as his vibrant emerald gaze turned towards Mira with a vague hint of inquisitiveness. Those golden irises, however, hardly seemed to deviate from their equally intense observation of him. His hands settled upon the sweet curve of her hips, guiding her towards the edge of the bed. He hardly had to direct her much, however, before Mira shifted to climb on top of him, settling within his lap. His lips eagerly met her own again, his hands hardly remaining upon her hips as one hand moved slowly up her side. Her mouth seemed all but hungry as her lips pressed against his again and again an yet, Tetradore made no move to stop her as her fingers entangled within his dark brunette locks. Tetradore was almost remiss to allow the woman to pull away from him and yet, the striking hue to her irises was almost fascinating. The very hue seemed to give away the lava that he knew existed just beneath her skin - radiating from her in a warmth that was atypical even for their species.

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Mira's fingers reached upwards towards the hem of her own shirt, peeling off the cotton material to give him a glimpse of the ebony undergarments beneath. His emerald eyes danced over the woman's bare flesh, taking in the very sight before him with some level of appreciation. Tetradore hardly stopped her, however, as her lips pressed back upon his, her fingers toying with the fabric of his own shirt. His name was whispered upon her breathless lips, the sudden sensation of heat caused his gaze to turn downwards just as the woman's power so ate a hole in the center of the fabric of his shirt. The very scent of it was almost poignant, distracting them both and yet, those almost impish words from her lips prompted a soft chuckle from the King. "I'm not sure I regret that." He commented, hardly perturbed about the clothing she had all but destroyed. He was rarely terribly attached to fashion and a lost shirt hardly seemed like a great sacrifice for this. He was hardly oblivious, however, to subtle suggestion, in fact, for once Tetradore was more than happy to oblige such a request, much less to take it further all together.

His hands reached for the bottom of his own shirt as Tetradore peeled it off his fit figure, all but tossing the fabric with little concern onto the floor of the gently rocking boat. "It's best we get rid of them, then." He muttered softly, allowing a glimpse of mischievousness to dance within the bright jade hue of his irises. Tetradore hardly hesitated to switch their positions, both pulling her down while also rolling the pair over in the process in order to position Mira beneath him and against the cool comforter. His hands moved with surprising deftness towards her jeans, content to rid them both of that outerwear. His lips were upon hers all over again as his hands pushed those jeans upon the floor, his palms slid against her hips and down her upper thighs in the process, only for his hand to reach for the button on his jeans shortly after. She had said, after all, that they were a bother...hadn't she?