The strength of those delicate fingers surprised the emerald eyed man, heralding that there was indeed still some wavering fright behind those glazed over lifeless orbs. A part of the masculine creature had been concerned that it was too late - too late to save her from the deck of cards that fate had dealt the young woman. Her touch sees only the briefest of pauses, however, as the man bends down to let his lips lock around the necklace, brushing softly against her skin in a tender fashion. He was acutely aware of the tightened grip upon his wrist, just as he was aware of the sudden shiver of her skin - it was another reminder that she did not welcome his presence. That she didn't want him here - perhaps rightly so. For a small moment, the were panther was concerned by the physical reaction his touch has upon her, worried that she might indeed fall to the ground as if his very presence was somehow unbearable, despite his best attempts to ensure the acidity that laced his saliva stayed very much within his mouth. A part of him was almost glad when the fabric gave way, the silver peeled from her flesh and dropped unceremoniously upon the bar with a soft clink. His gaze shifted back towards the female, his voice offering some brief attempt at comfort before he stepped away, hardly wanting to subject her to him any longer.

He felt her hand drop away, drifting instead to the burned flesh upon her neck. His head tipped ever so slightly at her whispered word of thanks, willing to accept that this might very well be all that Tetradore would ever receive from her. He was willing enough to leave, in fact, Tetradore had made the movement to do so before a boisterous sound nearby impeded his efforts to offer the red head some form of sanctuary. A frown marred his masculine creatures, his emerald gaze narrowing ever so slightly. It was a difficult dance he'd weaved with the rest of Risque's pack for the majority of his life. He was her pet, her favorite and yet he had little to no interest of associating with the felines that stalked her halls. On more then one occasion, the naive and ambitious amongst them had sought him out with the intent of taking over the place he had unwillingly been given at their vampire mistress' side. And yet, some instinctual part of him, some of that dominant blood that ran through his veins refused to fall to the likes of them. They had achieved a peculiar stasis. Tetradore ignored them as much as they ignored him.

Tetradore should have expected for the feline's efforts to grab the girl beside him and yet the casualness of the gesture caught him off guard, almost as much so as the wild look within those crystalline eyes and her efforts to free herself of his hold. He heard the familiar crack of bones, he watches the neckless gather within the feline's fist and yet, this time, Tetradore fully intended to be the protector he should have been. Effortlessly the male steps in between the girl and the thrown neckless, his hand reaching out to grasp the object harmlessly. His own animalistic growl reverberated within his throat, as he beset the idiotic fellow with a rare glimpse of unadulterated ferocity. He didn't notice it at first, the change that overcame him, the rippling sensation of some new affinity birthed within this moment of anger and determination. In fact, he hadn't quite even began to realize it until the man in front of him took an unsettled step back - his features contorting ever so briefly to a look most akin to fear.

His emerald eyes watched the sweat that appeared on the man's face as he tripped over a near by chair, his eyes glued to Tetradore. He watched with apathy as he fell to the floor, his hand reaching up to clutch his heart before he slumped several moments later against the chair. It was perhaps the most uneventful death that Tetradore had ever caused except for the simple fact that he had hardly raised even a finger tip. A small scowl crossed his features, his anger and new found ability fizzling out like a passing zephyr. Tetradore was all too aware that this was hardly the end to the torment that the new vampire suffered, just as he knew that he too would likely suffer his fair share of consequences for lashing out at one of Risque's pets. A scowl crossed his features as he felt out the invisible thread that connected him to Tobias. "Come." It was a one worded command. He was done. Only this time, Tetradore intended to ensure that there would be no place for Risque to drag him back too. The thought prompted the man to turn towards bar, vaulting over it effortlessly in the same fashion he'd done millions of times before. "What's your favorite?" He inquired briefly towards the red head, taking the opportunity to pick out from the top shelf what he was certain they wouldn't be able to afford for some time. The rest, however, were purposefully knocked to the floor, thrown in some cases, the glass shattering and the contents spilling over the carpets and countertops.