Though there was no denying that Tetradore's venom had its fair share of applications, most of which the were-King had thoroughly explored under the watchful eyes of his vampiric mistress, he hadn't quite considered weaponizing it to the extent Frost near immediately had. The were-King was, admittedly, hesitant to arm his pack with that venom he alone held, and each for a distinctly different reason. While they worked together, in a way, as a family, they were a decidedly poor army. Tobias would likely be too liberal with such a weapon, prone to employing it too frequently where diplomacy might do. Raven was affected by every small slight and wrongdoing, making the sheer prospect of her in such a position wholly disagreeable....and Henry? Well, if they all had to be saved by Henry with his poison, he was certain they were all doomed. He hardly anticipated that sudden reassurance that Henry would surely come around to his animal nature in time, much less that Frost had been near required to teach Calliel how to even walk. She seemed entirely steady upon her own four legs that night he had met her, well, before they consumed copious amounts of alcohol. Still, he was hardly as concerned of Henry's progress as he seemed, his head raised flippantly to wave off that comfort.

"I am not, not really. I know what he fears and how to fix it. It will take time before he's ready. He's stubborn and determined to wallow in his misery." A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders and yet, he had hardly seen fit to encourage the man along with any firmer hand then he had intended. That guilt at 'ruining the man's life' as Henry had so referred to his newfound status as a were, had a habit of making Tetradore hesitate where he might not have before. As it was, he was entirely content to shift that conversation instead towards those other affinities, that one of teleportation was suddenly of far greater intrigue than Tetradore had ever thought it might have been before. After all, teleportation was simple - you disappear one place and reappear another. He hadn't considered the intricacies behind how he had obtained that power, not till now and yet, he found himself inquisitive on why Frost knew so much about that research for being viewed as little more than an animal in the eyes of his Dark Hunter overlords. His eyebrow raised ever so slight as Frost answered that silent question on his own and yet, he understood well the victory in this. After all, in knowledge, there was freedom...sort of....not really. It was idealistic but whatever, it served Frost and now himself well.

Still, all that talk of teleportation through genetics and bonds had left an inquisitive thought lingering within his mind, the very origin of that ability if there was no one to inherit it from and no one bound to them. He had hardly considered that genetic predisposition to that very skill, though he supposed to made sense as Frost continued to explain the spread of that teleportation. If that was so, then anyone who held that very skill could trace their lineage, through friends or blood, to that very first individual. It was a curious thought but also somewhat....interesting, if Tetradore was truthful. "Hmm..." The were-King stated in consideration of that intricate answer he had received. Vaguely, he couldn't help but wonder where Matteo had gained his affinity then. Was there a friend the fae Ambassador had before whom had that skill? Or was his father born with that gift? How many had the elder man infected in turn? After all, Tetradore was well aware of just how old the man was, even if he so rarely appeared it. His thoughts, however, were turned away from such considerations by that inquiry of that night they had fought and that very skill that had gifted him life when he should have so succumbed to death.

Although he was hardly forthcoming with the truth of that skill, that grunt of discontent he was provided prompted a sigh from his lips. His admittance that his newfound life was contributed wholly to his rebirth seemed to cause a glimpse of consideration upon the war-horse's features and yet, he was entirely certain that no one had been there that night besides the two men and their opposing pack. If only Frost knew how far her reach was. Risque hardly had to be present in order to ensure her will was carried out. That necklace that dangled around his neck was proof enough for that. In a way, she had still found a way to collar him, even if it was not that same prodded collar he'd worn during his youth. Still, the subtle meaning was hardly lost on him. A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, Tetradore hardly felt inclined to delve into it further. It hardly mattered how she had managed it to gift him life, after all, and thankfully Frost seemed equally as inclined to simply drop that conversation altogether, only to instead inform the were of his own abilities.

He could hardly help that skeptical look upon his features at Frost's admittance of that undesired drawback for healing. That judgment, apparently, was clear upon those emerald eyes to prompt the man's almost chiding. Self-preservation was, apparently, quite strong within the equine. Tetradore was hardly certain that he was nearly as devoted to his own survival, considering his own peculiar feelings of his life and yet he supposed that he had hardly been in the position as Frost had to make such a decision. As it was, Tetradore saw little reason to chastise the fellow, much less present him with any sort of opposing thought on it. Rather, it was that very ability to block out the presence of other powers from his mind that intrigued him, even though he had known of that ability to some extent already. He was hardly surprised that Frost had not been pleased with his own handiwork that night that he had tested his horror moving capabilities on the man and yet, the liquor that flowed through his system caused a rather pathetic pun to leave his lips. A grin spread across his features at that abrupt laughter from the usually stoic Icelandic man. It seemed both of them were more than capable of appreciating a good play on words. Thank god.

Even so, Tetradore found himself offering an apology for that night, all the same, only to continue on that topic that was quite the elephant within the room between the two men. After all, it was about time they spoke of what had driven a wedge between the two packs and Tetradore was fairly certain he was drunk enough to remain wholly mellow on the topic at large. Truthfully, he did appreciate the unexpected apology he had finally been given from either of the events that had let to such drama. "Women will always be baffling." Tetradore retorted and yet, truly, relationships were perhaps as much his weak point as they were Frost's. He continued on, all the same, requesting too that the steed apologized to Raven, if only to soothe those waters and yet, Tetradore hadn't expected that his own admittance that the pack at large would be displeased of their treaty to prompt such sudden passion from the Icelandic fellow beside him. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Frost no only declared that Raven deserved what she got but too that he had every right to demand that allegiance from his pack, much less that he had every right to force their obedience.

For a moment, he stared at the steed only for his head to shake ever so slightly in a glimpse of disagreement, that rich chuckle falling from his lips. "I fear you misunderstand me, my friend." He commented with peculiarly good nature. After all, though Tetradore might have been through his fair share of trauma, though he might fear that loss of control and indeed fear his vampiric mistress, he'd never actually fretted over becoming her, nor had the thought ever even crossed his mind, peculiarly. "I know well aware Raven deserved punishment for involving herself in your pack, just as I know it was your right to give it. I'm sure they'll mope and gripe about it but...admittedly, it just seemed like a lot of effort to listen to their bitching." He could hardly help that sheepish look upon his features at his own verbal admittance of simple laziness. He simply didn't want to bother with their complaints and that punishment and need to remind them of his authority. He was hardly opposed to doing so, that dominance within the man was strong and yet, bed sounded way, way better of a deal than either pack's whining of that new alliance.

"Laziness aside, it's a different reason that I ask for you to soothe things with her." Tetradore continued, hesitating ever so slightly to admit the true reason behind such a request, if only for how....sentimental those desires were. He finished the contents of that bottle in his hand, only to continue in a softer tone than before. "I just...think it'd be nice to have a family again...you know...giant Thanksgiving dinners with the packs, Christmas celebrations...that sort of thing. You fixing things with Raven is only a step towards that. I know I'd still have to repair things with Nadya and that might never even happen but...it sounds nice." A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, Tetradore could hardly help his thoughts from dwelling on that notion all the same. Perhaps by then Raven and Tobias would be married. Maybe Henry and his boyfriend will have fixed things. Perhaps Alexis would finally introduce them to that guy she snuck off to see. Maybe Matteo might be inclined to bring his son. It would be nice, to have a home filled for the holidays with everyone he cared for and, everyone they too cared for in turn. If only.

He fell silent in the aftermath of that idle comment, only for that inquiry of his pack's powers to prompt his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. There were very few powers he found truly interesting, though whether that was the fault of the ability or Tetradore himself still remained to be seen. Eventually, however, the were-King commented upon the sheer size Raven was capable of becoming, a wolverine the size of a house was certainly something to marvel at. He hardly expected for Frost to mirror the same thought that had crossed his own mind, the girl's tendency to underuse that affinity for more than just offensively attacking him seemed silly. "Ugh, right?!" He declared with a small huff. It was a point of soreness, apparently, even if Tetradore had never voiced his own thoughts to Raven herself. The sound of his name, however, drew his gaze back towards the fellow at his side only for that inquiry of home to prompt a small frown on his features. Frankly, he hardly wanted to stay the night here of all places and yet, even he was willing to admit that perhaps driving after these many drinks was not the best idea. "I thought you were going to walk home." He offered in a nonchalant jest, hailing back to that very reason Frost had first thought Tetradore had dragged him all the way out here, to begin with. "I guess I can teleport us to the docks...." The man commented, his head shifted to eye that car. Did he trust himself with this much alcohol and teleportation? Well....there was only one way to find out.