For a moment, Tetradore considered that inquiry of his own affinities. They were, after all, a thing so often held close to the chest, a trump card of sorts. Still, he was making every effort to align himself with that callous stallion and, in return, a level of trust was required. Surely, if the pair were no longer enemies, than the knowledge of their capabilities should be freely shared, should it not? His head bobbed ever so slightly to himself before the man felt fit to offer up those very affinities that he rarely used to their full extent. Frankly, he doubted that his pack was even aware of all he could do. That hypnosis, for example, he had used so infrequently that he wouldn't have been surprised if the skill was fleeting more than anything else. It was, however, that very venom that laced his saliva that seemed to truly pique Frost's interest. That simple wrinkle of Frost's features informed him well enough that the Iclandic man too had considered the sheer potency of his venom and, in turn, the damage he was capable of inflicting upon another. Even their own species was incapable of healing dead flesh, after all. The vampire kind alone, perhaps, capable of withstanding that acid.

His emerald eyes glanced over towards his companion as he admitted his own knowledge of just how their kind was capable of healing, or not, the destruction he could inflict. His own Beta and his accompanying mate both both those scars as reminders of their position in the pack and, in turn, Tetradore's own authority over them. He hadn't truly expected that glimpse of surprise he was given, after all, had Frost not dished out his own sort of punishment over his members too? Or perhaps they followed loyally enough that such was not a necessity. Either way, Tetradore responded to that inquiry with a mere shrug. "He needed reminding." He retorted, his gaze briefly flickered away and towards those ashen remains of his home. How far he had come since those days as a boy running through the forests. Nadya had been entirely correct when she had informed him of how disappointed his parents would have been at the man he'd become - to cause even the slightest sort of permanent damage to his own 'brother'. He shook the thought away, allowing it to be as fleeting as it surely should as his attention refocused to that accented voice.

It was a curious thought, truly, to harvest his venom with the intent of using it in ways beyond his simple bite and yet, to give another that power was equally as disturbing of a thought. A soft sigh left his lips as he reached up, letting his fingers run through his hair. "No, I haven't considered it, nor do I know if I really would want to. Tobias would be far too...chaotic with it and Raven thinks too much with her emotions. Henry can't even bring himself to hunt in his were form as it is." His lips pressed together ever so slightly. For all the predators his pack held, they were rather useless when it came to forming any sort of actual army. Then again, Tetradore had little intent to put his own pack members in any sort of danger that might require such a weapon in the first place. Any further thoughts, however, were easily shrugged off as Tetradore continued his list of affinities. Though Frost had seen his gift for teleportation in action before, he was almost surprised to learn how much the man knew of those powers. Apparently, he had been paying attention to the research those Dark Hunters had been doing.

Those inquiries in his own family holding such a gift, however, were easily dismissed and yet, Tetradore knew well where the origins of that teleportation lie. Matteo was, perhaps, his most closely guarded secret over those years. Distinctly few knew of the man's existence within his life, if only from some great fear that, when they did, Matteo too would fall to the same miserable fate as all the other beings tended to around him. That look of dubiousness he was given was all but ignored, the Alpha unwilling to speak further on that topic of his family friend in any further fashion. Thankfully, Frost hardly seemed inclined to press it, instead merely informing him that it was those very ties to Matteo which had prompted such a gift within him. "If that's so, then I wonder where the first teleporter received their gift from." It was a valid question. Someone had to inherit it spontaneously, unless this was like that ridiculous chicken or the egg question. God, he was not ready to get into the philosophy of that. Maybe he shouldn't have asked in the first place.

Thankfully, Frost seemed far more interested in that ability that had kept him alive, even in spite of Frost's own final blow. He should have died that night upon the docks...and yet, he didn't. Now, however, he knew exactly why that was and yet, it was hardly out of any sort of protectiveness over that necklace that prompted the man's silence on it. Rather, it was his abhorrence for it and anything that reminded him of it and the connection he held with the woman who gave it to him. That grunt he was given in return told him well enough that Frost was hardly pleased with answer. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips, "It was her. Don't ask me how, I don't know and I didn't know it was her till recently." He clarified, simply enough. It was not entirely untrue. After all, Risque had been the one to procure that talisman and he hadn't been aware of that necklace holding any magical properties till recently. Furthermore, he had little idea of how it worked or how she procured it but, he was fairly certain it didn't matter anyways. Nor did he really find that he cared either.

He fell silent as Frost fulfilled his own part of their bargain, listing off his own affinities, some of which Tetradore was well aware of. It was, however, that healing that prompted a frown upon his features, one that Frost seemed to quickly pick up on. He hardly voiced a syllable on his thoughts of that gift and how Frost utilized it and yet this, it seemed, was a point Frost was unwilling to let go. For a moment, Tetradore truly considered that conundrum Frost had presented him with - life at the cost of another. He knew well self-preservation was strong within most individuals. Indeed, it was strong within himself and yet...dying hardly seemed so bad as to actively condemn another to it. It was a line in which Tetradore seemed to dance. He was both far too stubborn to simply roll over and die, that Alpha blood within him demanded he fight and yet, so too was he far too tired of fighting to use a power quite like that one. He had never truly expected himself to live long in the first place. Risque had a tendency of getting tired of her pets. Still, he hardly saw a need to inform his companion of those thoughts, the man instead simply offered a small shrug of his shoulders. "Perhaps." He muttered, simply allowing the man to move on through that list of gifts.

It was that final one, however, that caused Tetradore's gaze to refocus upon the fellow beside him. He knew well of that power, at least, of the existence of it. His own mental manipulation could somehow feel it blocking him from influencing Frost, at least, without the presence of any true real fear. That quirk of Frost's lip was unexpected and yet, Tetradore could hardly help that smug shrug once again. After all, his whole task that night was to induce in Frost the same fear that is pack felt surrounding the man. He had been determined to become that boogeyman he so often was cast to be. It hadn't quite worked to the degree he wanted but, he had enjoyed watching the fellow squirm. It was, however, that comment of how long it had taken Frost to get the blood off his walls that prompted a surprisingly warm grin upon Tetradore's features. His head turned to eye the fellow beside him. "And here I thought it was a bloody masterpiece." He commented, entirely aware of that pun he had made. In fact, the were-King enjoyed it perhaps a bit too much. Tetradore listened with sincere curiosity as Frost explained that control he had over those abilities that sought to manipulate his mind and yet, that evening he had broken into Frost's home still rested heavily upon the forefront of his mind.

He paused, for a few moments, before starting with far more seriousness. "About that...I was annoyed at you. It took me months to...put myself back together after you tried to kill me. Your tiff with Raven and then your whole affair with Nadya left quite a mess in my pack. You know, I don't disapprove of you and her. I just....wish you guys had talked to me about it before going all Romeo and Juliet. You know, it didn't end well for either of them." He eyed the man beside him almost pointedly before continuing. "You should apologize to Raven at some point. I don't care if it's genuine or not, just as long as she feels it is. The last thing I want to deal with is a fucking uprising because, 'oh my god, your friends with Frost'." His hands rose shaking ever so slightly as if to mimic Raven's inevitable reaction. "God knows I'm going to get enough shit from everyone about this as it is." Still, he supposed if there was an uprising about this very alliance, perhaps it would be just as effective at distancing himself from his pack. It was a thought to consider, at the very least, not that he had any intention of telling them of tonight to begin with.

He fell silent in the aftermath of those few final things that had gone unsaid for far too long before the two men, his own emerald gaze turned towards the heavens, simply watching as the sky turned those magnificent hues of colors. That silence hardly perturbed him in the slightest. Generally speaking, Tetradore tended to be a fellow of few words. That was, after all, part of the reason Tobias' worked so well with him. That silence, however, was shattered only by that rather abrupt question upon Frost's lips, dragging Tetradore's gaze from the sky. "Yes." He confirmed, simply enough. He suspected, by this point, that Frost had a reason for asking, or that he already knew the answer all the same. A small sound of acknowledgement left his lips as he listened to Frost speak of that place where he came from, and that man he'd met to prompt the birth of his own affinities. Alexander, hm? Interesting, but it was a common enough name, he supposed. That inquiry of his own pack's powers, however, prompted a small frown upon his features as his thoughts filtered through those gifts. "I guess that depends on what you call special....none seem terribly interesting to me....although, Raven can like..grow, I guess, to be as big as a fucking house. That's kinda cool, I suppose. I mean, it hadn't been with the house was attacking me but...besides that, it could be cool." His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as those thoughts poured from his lips in a wholly uncensored fashion, only for Tetradore to shrug nonchalantly once again. Clearly, it took quite a lot for Tetradore to categorize anything as special, or in this case, something very, very big.