The oppressive sensation of Risque's ability as it coursed through his body brought a shudder to the Were-King's figure, as much as he tried to suppress it. He was all too aware of the unspoken meaning behind that power, the simple reminder that he was hers, regardless of how the Were-King felt about it. That saccharine sweet sound to her voice only furthered the frown upon his features and yet, Tetradore remained wholly silent. Cannibalism was hardly a new concept to the man, his feline figure had eaten his fair share of men and women to please his vampiric mistress - much less to send a simple message of his own. Though the man was capable of stomaching the meat of mortal flesh, the very thought of it still created an almost sickening feeling in his throat. He swallowed, pushing down the sensation as his emerald eyes brushed across the facade of the warehouse apartment. Tetradore knew well what he would find within and yet, he couldn't imagine what might prompt Risque's interest within the building, much less its occupants. A soft breath left his parted lips before that facade of cool indifference slid effortlessly into place - the once gentler Alpha altogether took upon the role of the murderous slave he so was.

He pulled open the heavy metal door of the industrial building, his presence alone surely garnering the attention of both the witch and vampire within. Tetradore said nothing to either of them, however, merely leaning against the wall like an observer while the erotic figure of his mistress slid with feline-like grace into the room. That glimpse of baffled surprise upon Vhalla's features fell silent at the very presence of Risque and yet, in Ivan, Tetradore saw a flicker of recognition. Of course. His gaze shifted briefly towards Risque, her very presence was demanding as she commented with mock politeness of their own intrusion. Ivan hardly seemed perturbed as he so casually strode forward to meet the red-lipped vampire. After so many years beneath her hold, the silken tone of Risque's voice hardly allured him anymore, even if it seemed to prompt a surprisingly warm simper to Ivan's features. The man clearly had no idea exactly what was in store for him. Tetradore listened in silent as Risque expressed exactly what had prompted that very anger he saw within her feminine frame. He could see it in her movements, in the very sharpness of her tone, a part of the Alpha was glad such a feeling was not directed at him, for once.

Her demand for answers was one not wisely ignored. Already, Tetradore could feel her authority dancing against his skin, prompting those hairs upon his arm to stand on end despite the distance between the duo. He could feel it - the way she clutched at the panther within him, preparing to draw out that beast without quite plucking that thread just yet. Slowly, Tetradore pushed off the wall, no longer leaning as lackadaisically as he once was and yet, not entirely making any sort of aggressive move just yet either. That apathetic shrug to Ivan's shoulders momentarily intrigued him as Tetradore watched the man as he made every effort to explain away his failure. Oh if only he knew just how poorly that would go over. It was that feigned sigh and click of Ivan's tongue that caused Tetradore's gaze to shift back towards Risque, entirely inquisitive of just how his mistress intended to handle this....charade, particularly when she was denied financial compensation that she most certainly would consider her right.

It was, however, that sudden coolness of Ivan's voice directed towards him that awarded the vampire the full weight of his emerald eyes. His gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched and yet, beyond those subtle glimpses of his own discontent, Tetradore seemed the very epitome of apathy. He had hoped to keep his indiscretion from Risque's knowledge...but now? Now that she knew? Ivan had no idea what he had unleashed upon his own little assassin. He knew particularly well of that encounter that Ivan spoke of and yet, the man's goading failed to ruffle his feathers quite in the way he suspected the vampire desired it to. Tetradore despised Ivan, that in itself was no secret and yet he could hardly afford to show Risque just how...invested he had considered getting himself into as far as the lovely assassin was concerned. A small shrug crossed his shoulder, his own baritone voice rumbled with a vague hint of boredom. "I'm not a fan of someone else' seconds." It was that very reason he had denied Vhalla all those months ago - his blatant unwillingness to share her and now, she had easily moved on. Hopefully, those very words were enough for both vampires to know that the relationship that had once existed between the two was no longer there to be utilized - it was not something that could be hung over their heads, not when it simply didn't exist any longer. At the very least, he was hopeful.