If there was anything the were panther hated more then adventures out of the dance club at his mistress' side, it was those moments where her business ventures came into the club. Appearance meant everything to Risque from the promiscuous clothing she wore to the designer fabrics she placed upon him. The ebony mesh shirt only slightly veiled the muscles upon his chest, his jeans tightly fitted to contour his body shape and there, around his neck sat his mistress' favorite toy. The leather collar fitted snugly against his flesh, the dull inward facing spikes biting into his flesh but Tetradore was far too used to it's presence to give it any thought at the moment. He leaned against the bar, his intense emerald eyes settled upon the business man he was babysitting as he poured a drink within the fellow's empty tumblr. He was oblivious of the chaos on the dance floor, unsettled enough within the crowd to devote his focus only to one task at a time, despite the fact that this was his 'home' to some degree. She liked them a little tipsy before she saw them, she liked them a little off their best game if only because it allowed her to unsettle them all the more.

He had only just finished pouring the man his second drink and guiding him to the door to the back hallway when his name on a rather familiar sounding voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed, his attention pivoting to sweep across the dance floor. It was only when his gaze settled on Tobias with his sister in the man's arms that his blood ran cold, panic immediately setting in. He paused only long enough to offer the business man directions to Risque's office, shoving him into the dark hallway and slamming the door behind him, his attention immediately settled upon Nadya and the fellow she'd attracted. A scowl immediately crossed his lips as he crossed the small distance between the off limits section to where they stood. Tetradore might not have been comfortable within the club, and he might have hated his position as Risque's pet but if there was anything he particularly found useful, especially in this moment, it was the fear that he could drive not only in their patrons but within the vampire community that often took to hunting this particular area.

The vampire's fist collided quite solidly with Tetradore's hand as he smoothly placed himself between the creature and his family. A low growl reverberated from his human vocal cords and though it failed to carry the same weight as his panther tone, he was pleased to see the look of recognition that filled the man's gaze. "Find another morsel for dinner." Tetradore grumbled, his eyes narrowing as he spoke to the vampire, knowing all too well of what he was. His gaze never once left the vampire as he stepped backwards, muttering some form of apology before disappearing into the crowd, fearing Risque's dissatisfaction should his chosen prey somehow belong to hers. It was only when Tetradore was certain that they were out of immediate trouble before he turned towards them, his arms crossed over his chest. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He inquired, the anger quite clear within his tone at being disobeyed. Their safety was always his top priority and their mere presence within the club was enough of a risk to their wellbeing to coax out his protective annoyance. Risque would be occupied only for so long by her associate. He hardly had it within him to interest her very much and the last thing he wanted was for her to find them lest her pride increased by two.