Despite the tenacity that laced the taunt man's figures, his striking emerald eyes never once left the petite figure of the delicate female that so delicately danced around his figure - fluttering to and fro with a sort of danseur grace. He noticed the way the flick of her wrist sent such fragile ringlets down the back of her spine just as the way he too noted the fashion at which she seemed entirely at ease regardless of whatever words of warning her brother might have presented her with. Whatever thoughts that had momentarily occupied her attention seemed to be pushed back entirely by his own omission of her accuracy on the creature that lay so restlessly beneath his caramel colored skin. She seemed hardly perturbed by his obscure response - instead effortlessly able to call him out on what was possibly an effort to be more enigmatic than what she had viewed as necessary. One eyebrow slowly rose upon his forehead as he eyed the young woman in a contemplative gesture, as if he was momentarily unsure if he wanted to play this particular game with her. Truths had never been Tetradore's forte. It wasn't that he was the type of individual to outright misguide with deceit. Rather he chose more often than not to simply lie by omission. Never the less, it seemed as if Davante had done his own level of research, or perhaps more likely the pair had simply been told by Tobias himself. A soft sigh left his lips, his attention momentarily deviating towards the girl's shadowed creation before he offered her the blunt response she had so be searching for. "Yes, I am a feline."

He hardly bothered to speak again, falling into the silence he was more prone to until she made an effort to confirm his name, revealing she certainly knew more than she had originally been letting on. It seemed, that for a moment, Tetradore was at a disadvantage. Never the matter, such was hardly a situation he could resolve now. He was more than capable of adapting as the situation demanded of him, instead inquiring for the girl's own name as if this might shed some sort of light on who she was for him -- not that it actually did. "Inconvenient seems to explain him well." He muttered softly though whether or not he was speaking about her own presence or another matter entirely remained to be seen. He watched as the girl lifted herself onto a nearby workbench before extending not only her hand but also her name. He reached out, his touch rough and calloused in comparison to the silken skin of her own fingertips. "A pleasure, Elenore." He responded with a rather brief display of graciousness.

Tetradore watched as the young girl suddenly leapt up, pushing herself off the bench she'd previously occupied only to shut the door towards the actual shop, despite the clients that lingered in the room beyond. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, his head tilting and he observed the girl with a marked display of inquisitiveness. "You're not concerned about your clients?" He inquired in a confused fashion, then again, perhaps the Dorian family made enough money that such was hardly a concern for them - a concept that he himself was still getting used to. His head shook ever so slightly at her brief explanation. Tetradore was hardly surprised when her attention turned back towards the ebony box in hand, watching as she picked up the lid only to stare disappointedly at the artifact that rested on such a plush crimson pillow inside. The male offered her a small shrug, "You're the witch, why don't you tell me?" He questioned, giving her the center of the stage. After all, she might be able to recognize what he was - he could do just the same with her.