Perhaps, if the pale vampire with midnight dark hair, had any sort of kindness, or even human like qualities left inside him, maybe he would be able to find those similarities between himself and the panther boy. The way Risque has controlled the were king (King! Cobain can hardly believe such a title was bestowed upon the kitten.) Cobain was Risque's child, it was a disgusting thought, but one Cobain could not change anymore than Tetradore could change being the little pet to his pale vampire mistress. Cobain would forever be caught under the thumb of Risque. He had been too young when he had been turned, the teenage years an impressionable one for anyone and Risque had certainly left her mark.

Those red eyes that stand so striking against his pale, nearly alabaster skin continuing staring straight ahead as a deep chuckle hits Tetradore. "Cant say I would hate it," Cobain says, taking another drink, hardly casting a single look in Tetradore's direction. The panther may be bigger, his voice lower, his muscles more built, and his alpha blood strong, but Cobain still sees him as weak, just as he sees anyone under Risque's control as weak: including himself, the one that Cobain perhaps hated most of all. "I thought you would have outgrown games, Tetradore," he responds, sparing a single glance towards the panther with those blood red eyes. "I suppose not," the pale hell boy says with a shrugs before finishing the glass and sliding it away, eyes turning back to that dark brown for now, thirst once more satiated.

They slip into silence even as they remain sitting by one another, but it would seem, both of the dark haired boys were finished with conversing at the moment, having no more to say to one another. Cobain thinks the rest of his night will be quiet and easy, though he is unaware of the blue eyes that are watching him.

The back haired vampire teen is as caught off guard by Risque and her...lover... as the panther is. That feeling against a hand against the back of his head graced with ebony locks was certainly not a welcomed action, especially considering who had provided it for Cobain. The teen would wish for him to rot in hell, but Cobain knows he will eventually end up there and he hardly wished to ever see the man again after his soul was disposed of. Those eyes in a near instant retreat from their dark hue into that deep, ruby red, practically metallic in color. It had been so long since they had all been together, the four of them. A family reunion: mother, child, pet, and the weird uncle that honestly, most of the family wished they would just crawl in a hole never to be heard from again.

Cobain is truly a sentimental fellow.

Those red eyes flicker to Risque then as that too sweet of voice hits his ears like a fork in the garbage disposal. "Cant wait," he says before turning his gaze away, offering so little words, though that upper lip twitches, those fangs appearing for just a single moment. His gaze only lingers when Tetradore suddenly spits those words at Darcy, the vampire seemed to have riled up the panther. Thought he was unable to feel emotion, Darcy sure knew how to get under his skin. Cobain hardly makes any motion about the two being a couple. Cranky indeed, and Cobain was hardly going to change. The jabs about having sex with a man was hardly the worst of what Risque has said to him in the past, and Cobain learned early on to et Darcy's words roll off of him as easily as rain down a gutter. It wasn't worth his time, even if he was immortal with endless amounts to spare.

Red eyes only narrow back at Darcy in response, attention only turned when Risque speaks. Jealous? Hardly. Risque hadn't left Cobain with enough emotions to feel that towards her in regards to being more intimate with her. The raven haired hell boy does not offer any response to her question, knowing from the endless years he has known Risque that she will only use your own words against you. Those red eyes only widen slightly in surprise as his maker suddenly turns his womanly body around places it upon his lap. That certainly was not expected. Cobain so often viewed as her disobedient teenage son. Those rubies for eyes look over to Darcy, because despite being uncomfortable, he still enjoyed pissing the older vampire off. HIs glare only darkens though at it seems that Risque was going to make herself comfortable. Lips twitches once more only slightly, fangs being revealed for the briefest of moments.

It is then his crimson eyed gaze notices Darcy's own, that irritation settled within his eyes. How he wants to further cause that man some form of anger, to annoy him further in payback of all that Darcy has done to him in his life. when he had just been a new vampire, still spiteful of the world, with drags of hatred rolling off of him, but still a new vampire and no more than a teenage boy at that. He punishes Risque in his own way with his silence, letting her do what she wished, treating her as if she were some form of t rex, moving would only make it worse, make him all that much more visible to his maker.

Darcy is quick to make his way over to behind Cobain, predictable. He feels that hand come to rest upon the pack of his neck. The dark haired progeny makes a glance back at Darcy then before his hands come to rest on her shoulders, to sneak a whisper into her ear. "I don't do incest," he says, of course referring to that oh so...integral relationship of maker and child. And he once more grows quiet, far more content in silence than speaking with the other vampires.