Tetradore emerald eyes remained intent upon the lanky deviant in front of him, fueling his command with his metaphysical power of persuasion. His attention was intent upon Tobias, watching for any sign of retaliation. He knew all too well how volatile this situation was. One wrong move on his part surely would set the boy off but it was impertinent that the ninja star so rooted within high calf was removed from the boy's flesh. Despite whatever anxiety Tetradore might have felt regarding the situation, he remained entirely steadfast within his gaze. He certainly had the ability to seem confident upon the outside, even if the same air of power failed to touch his soul. After all, the separation of the two had been the only way he'd managed to live so long beneath his once long gone vampire mistress' thumb. A soft, almost indiscernible breath of relief left Tetradore's lips as Tobias' head bowed ever so slightly - a show of both submission and acceptance. He ignored whatever words where muttered upon the boy's lips, content only by the completion of the first mission to actually get the fellow seated and settled within the chair. How long Tetradore could actually get him to stay there was another matter entirely an one in which he hardly wished to question. The sooner this was done - the better for all parties involved.

Carefully Tetradore made his way around the chair, his emerald eyes shifted to the boy beneath him, staring down at him with an intense gaze at the sound of his name. A weak simper crossed his masculine features at Tobias pronounced dislike of the chair and softly Tetradore whispered simply, "I know." His gaze softened ever so slightly as he stared down at his companion, his body leaning forward slightly to grasp the back of the chair with one hand. His dark locks shifted, fringing upon his gaze and yet the entirety of Tetradore remained attentive to the only person who perhaps had ever really mattered to him for anything. He knew just as well the fractured nature of the boy before him. He'd never once questioned what'd happened to him, in their youth he'd merely thought Tobias simply fun. In his adulthood he'd merely accepted his friend's return with unquestionable care. Now though, he couldn't help but to wonder - what would happen when he removed the star from his leg. Would his friend merely accept the pain or would Tetradore quickly find himself on the receiving in of a very violent youth. Either way though, Tetradore supposed it didn't matter. He cared enough to accept whatever outcome occurred next.

His other arm dangled down, careful not to brush against the boy's flesh as he reached towards the ninja star, his gaze never once breaking hold of Tobias. He paused only slightly as Tobias' slender fingers reach out to grasp his wrist - stopping any further movement on his part. His emerald eyes hardly faltered and yet Tetradore paused for a moment, a small frown etching it's way across his features. He hadn't expected to be asked such a thing and yet he found himself incapable of lying to his best friend. "Yes Tobias, I am." He admitted softly, willing to take the blame of what was about to occur. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he considered the next inquiry, his shoulders shrugging briefly, "Only a little." He promised solemnly, pausing to add, "No more then a cupful." Frankly, Tetradore doubted if his honesty even mattered at all on the situation but trust was at the cornerstone of this rather unorthodox relationship. It was one he was hardly willing to betray now.