The were-panther's gaze shifted over the swelling waves out side of the frosted window, a frown tracing his masculine features. He listened vaguely to Nadya's voice as she made some effort to explain the child now growing within her. It was a plethora of emotions that assaulted the male, sending a soft sigh from his lips, his eyebrows furrowing in the process. Part of him was angry at them - angry that they had let it go this far, another part still devastated by their betrayal. "It is important that Tobias understands the consequences of this sex game that you taught him." He muttered with a scowl, failing to move from his position at the window, his arms instead shifting over his chest in a rather closed off fashion. In the past, the boy's feral nature had hardly bothered him in the least, Tetradore was entirely able to adapt to his companion's naivety and yet, for the first time within his life, Tetradore found himself agitated at the boy's inability to understand. Agitated that sex could be merely considered a game with his sibling. He'd been trying his best to get over it, to stuff down those emotions to some deep part of him and, quite frankly, he'd only just succeeded when Nadya had felt to plunge him back into the fray with the latest news.

Tetradore could hear the distaste of the Ark within his sister's voice, a growl reverberating from his throat as he leaned forward against the cold frame of the window as if it somehow grounded him here in this exact moment. "It is only for our own sport and no one else's. There are no humans or vampires to goad them on. Would you ban human boxing from the television? Rumors have it that you want a burlesque club so you have no place to be hypocritical. It is not becoming of you." He replied simply, his emerald eyes hard as he stared at his sibling. Despite Tetradore's distance between himself and the apartment where Isolt and Nadya dwelled, Tetradore had made every effort to keep an eye on the girl, no longer trusting Tobias to do the task for him. Truthfully he had nothing against the girl's decision to create her own business. What he was annoyed at, however, was that she would be angry at him for his fight club whilst she had the supernatural species prance around in risqué clothing and saw no fault in that. It seemed to be just another effort on her part to stab at him, and frankly he was beginning to tire of it quickly.

He listened to her as she moved towards the door, her words still trailing after her, only managing to confuse him in the process. "Is that what you think of me, Nadya? That I'd kill your cub?" He inquired softly as he turned towards her, his vibrant green eyes glazed over in tears that he refused to let her see. For the longest time Tetradore had been dealing with the thought that Risque had made him into a monster and he'd done his best to squash that fear. Staying his hand where other alphas might not have. To hear her confirm it, his own sister, destroyed all the barriers he'd tried to build up between himself and that one simple fact. He turned his head from her, refusing to let his gaze meet her eyes as he forced away that vulnerability, once again hiding under the facade that he was required to wear to survive under his once vampire mistress rule. "You're cub is safe here Nadya, if you want to stay with it. If not, we will not hunt you down. It is your choice to do as you will." He offered her a dismissive wave of his hand, letting her go to do as she chose as he turned his back towards her again, his hands placed upon the window seal, gripping it so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Tetradore heard the soft rumble of Tobias' vocal cords, his head only slightly turning in the boy's direction. "You won't get fixed, Tobias." He assured the boy though his tone had turned a to a cold placidity. "Make sure Nadya gets home safely, will you?" He inquired briefly, attempting to give the boy something to busy him with too if only so he could be left entirely alone with those sinking emotions.