His piercing emerald gaze lifted from the floor, his focus deviating from the rivets between the stone tiles to the fluid figure of his mistress' sensuous physique. He could never truly view her as the sexual being she portrayed herself to be and yet, his gaze lingered upon her with such an intensity that, for a brief moment, it almost seemed otherwise. His left shoulder lifted in the vaguest gesture of a shrug and yet, even that simple movement prompted a fresh spark of pain along his abdomen, prompting the man to wince ever so slightly. He was hardly oblivious to the hunger within her crystalline gaze. It was a desire that threatened to devour him with each closer step she took towards him. His jaw was set firmly at her inquiry and yet, unlike so many of her pet's, Tetradore had all but refused to break for her - at least, not permanently. For twenty years now she had so pushed him to the very brink, tossing him within the depths of those murky waters over and over again. Though he had, undoubtedly, lost himself at times, the stubborn man always resurfaced again, hardened by each and every experience. His gaze shifted away in a glimpse of boredom as she neared him and yet, Tetradore found himself providing her rhetorical inquiry an answer all the same. "I suspect it never will."

A small glimpse of discontent crossed his features as her fingers ran through his curly brunette locks, only for her grip to tighten as she forced his head upwards, his gaze snapping back towards her in retaliation. Tetradore remained motionless as her touch trailed downwards over the slope of his neck, following his collarbone towards that smooth, pristine flesh of his shoulder. He knew well what she sought and yet, Matteo's gift for restoration had healed his once mangled flesh, fading the marks of her fangs and the silver burns of her nails till there was not a trace of their existence. The snarled hiss upon her ruby lips only saw his emerald eyes shift ever so slightly towards those deep sapphire eyes with a vague hint of self-satisfaction. It was petty of him, surely, to take such enjoyment of her incapability to mark him like the slave she so made him into. The mellifluous tone of her voice prompted the smallest of grunts from his lips. Tetradore had long since learned that not every inquiry from the woman required a true response, the simple acknowledgment was often enough to placate her, allowing him to sidestep those quandaries he had no great desire to answer. Matteo, after all, was one of his closest guarded secrets and one he had little intention of giving up so readily. He watched in some muted facade of disinterest as she so seemed to consider his skin, that glimpse upon her features was one he knew one - filled with the poignant promise of suffering in his very near future.

That sudden request to see those shattered ribs only further solidified that anticipation that now fluttered within him, his own hand remained altogether protectively against his side as her affinity lashed out against him, clearly making some effort to remind him of his place. Precipitously,
Risque announced she had a gift for him - one he was unlikely to love. How...unsurprising. His assurance that his lack of delight in such a present seemed to prompt an almost smug glimpse from the woman as she drew closer towards him once again, the sharp points of her canines just barely visible beneath her plush, crimson lips. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, Tetradore knew better than to move further from her. His gaze narrowed as Tetradore tried to muster some level of pride, the man all but taunting her as he insisted she get on with whatever anguish she certainly wished to afflict upon him. He had grown bold within her absence, that behavior she had ingrained within him over decades so quickly unraveling in a mere year. Those words had no sooner left his lips before her hand shot upwards, gripping his jaw with crushing tightness. A soft exhale left his nose as those striking emerald eyes stared at those pale irises of the vampire's as she quickly refuted him, all but demanding her reutter those words with the clear underlying intimidation. "Get...the fuck....on with it." He reuttered, his words all but hissed between his clenched teeth as the man glared at her with clear defiance. Abruptly, her pale fingers pulled away from him as she informed him that she had little intention of rushing tonight's...festivities. How she loved to draw out his suffering, the sun alone would surely be his only savior.

The corner of his lips tilted downwards in a small frown as she commanded him to move towards that ornate silver wall. His own gait was more akin to a shuffle, each movement prompting a lacing ache within his side even though Tetradore did his best not outwardly show such hurt. The Alpha was altogether inattentive to the very gesture of her tongue sliding against her look in a craving sort of fashion, the barking of her voice did little more than prompt a scowl on his lips. He was careful to position himself several inches away from the plated surface she so loved, hardly desiring the sting of silver on his flesh and yet, her sultry figure was upon him in mere moments as her fingers reached to run her frigid hands against his skin. That wall that hovered behind him almost demanded his very stagnation before her, and yet his hand only clutched tighter at his side, unwilling to let her glimpse those ribs as her fingers trailed around the outside of his palm. He was, after all, incapable of hiding the entirety of that wound. He grimaced at that press of her hands upon those tender bruises, only to inhale sharply as her hands moved closer towards those broken ribs. That hum upon her lips was ignored, as she batted his hand away, only to press upon those shattered ribs.

His reaction was near immediate, the man wholly incapable of swallowing that outcry on his lips as he jerked away from her, his back hitting the sizzling silver wall behind him only to force him a step forward and closer towards her all over again. His breath had quicked in that tender moment, trying to simply cope with that physical pain as that Tetradore hissed, his hand once again quick to cover those broken bones in a protective manner. He was almost thankful as she suddenly moved away, that sudden boredom all too clear as she moved effortlessly onto that fanciful plan she had so been dwelling upon. His emerald eyes shifted towards the door at that sudden declaration to bring the leopard. Frankly, he hadn't the faintest notion of what she was intending, or who that feline was she demanded and yet, he knew without a doubt that it would hardly be good. The man was unaware of that affinity that so flared to life, twisting his own perception as the door to her office suddenly swung open. That still figure within the vampire's arms was one he knew intimately well, the very sight of Tobias' spotted form caused his heart to flutter with panic. He knew well the very state of his closest companion hours before, just how much blood the boy had lost thanks to Darcy and yet, to see him so incredibly still made Tetradore near instantly fear the worst - that worry too poignant to hide as it danced on his features.

His emerald eyes never once left the form of the spotted leopard as Risque demanded the feline be placed upon the floor. He watched as the vampire all but deposited his best friend upon the cold stone floor. Tetradore was inattentive to the ease at which Risque dismissed her henchman, her voice merely uttering softly as if Tobias was a mere trinket. It was that soft assertation that he was still alive that caused his gaze to slowly rise from the fallen boy to his mistress herself. For a moment, he was silent, as if considering those very options available. He was far too weak to rely upon his own teleportation, the man merely left with a singular choice - to give in. His hand slowly fell from his chest, settling loosely at his side only to display the full depths of colors that tainted his caramel flesh. "Risque..." Her name was soft upon his lips as his emerald eyes shifted between the pair, entirely unsure of what might be enough for her to spare his best friend's life. Those promises he had made Tobias were still fresh upon his mind - promises that he would never allow Tobias to remain within the depths of this place, much less to be harmed by Risque herself. Tentatively, Tetradore stepped away from that wall, uncertain if closing that distance between himself and the spotted leopard would hurt or hinder his cause. "Just...let him go....please..." For the man he so loved, Tetradore was not above begging.