The were-King's emerald eyes fluttered towards the small white cardboard box settled in the passenger seat of that dark blue Bugatti. He pulled into the familiar parking lot of Red on the Water, even though he knew she would not yet be awake. With the sun still hanging so prominently within the sky, the vampire that had stolen so much of his heart would surely still be nestled within the warm depths of her bed with her fiance beside her. Though Tetradore may have lost her, the pair still had a unique friendship, one Damon could not destroy even despite all the scowls he often received from the man. It had been nearly a month since he'd seen her, and since both of their lives had gotten unnecessarily complicated with her own recent kidnapping and the return of her maker and Tetradore's mistress. At the very least, they deserved those few small, nice moments they could get, at least, that was what Tetradore had told himself when he'd discovered a new bakery within the city that offered sweets specially made for the undead. It was the least the were-King could do for the veritable feast of sweets Isolt had made for him their last night together.

Tetradore easily scooped up that box in his arms as he stepped from his sports car, locking it behind him. He glanced briefly at the hostess at the front of the Irish Tavern. With those months he had practically lived within the building, the man had become particularly familiar with the staff of the pub, and they, in turn, had come to recognize him with the same level of ease. The young woman greeted him with a warm grin and a small wave as he moved past her, hardly bothering to glance at the few patrons within the restaurant portion of the Tavern. It was the bar that was his entire goal and yet, he didn't quite make it to that polished mahogany bar top before stopping in his tracks. A glimpse of surprise crossed the man's features at the sight of the were-seal he had 'rescued', as Matteo had called it, from just outside of his own business. Despite how...poorly, that night had gone, in some ways, Tetradore had found he quite liked her, all in all. She had been quite an endearing thing with her peculiar animal and equally as....unsettling affinity. At the very least, he suspected they had unintentionally set some ground rules with her gifts. A second attempt hardly seemed the worst idea - God, Matteo was wearing off on him, wasn't he?

His head shook ever so slightly as Tetradore approached the bar. He leaned against the mahogany wood on the free side of the young child, altogether curious of the new company Arya had taken to. He was certain the pair weren't related, beyond the clear differences of appearance, Tetradore was near instantly aware that the girl was a fae, in comparison to the family Arya had spoken of entirely of were-seals. It seemed all the more peculiar then to find her accompanying the child. Maybe she was in one of those programs where they pretended to be the older sister of some kid in need? That seemed very much like something Arya would do. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at his internal thoughts before his baritone voice commented simply. "Hey, Arya." A small nod was given towards the woman before those intensely vibrant eyes turned towards the child herself. "I hope she's not bugging you, she can be awfully invasive." He commented towards the child, quite clearly teasing the were-seal in the process.

His attention, however, hardly lingered long upon the pair of women as the barkeep seemed to notice his presence, "Hey, Tetradore.". His gaze shifted, prompting a small simper towards the man. "Hey Dale, could you give this to Isolt for me? Stick it in the fridge and I swear to God, don't tell Damon. You know what a prick he can be." Tetradore rolled his eyes, much to the amusement of the man across the bar. "Yeah, I'll give it to her tonight, want a whiskey?". It was a tempting offer, particularly considering those liquors he knew Isolt procured particularly from Ireland herself, that whiskey alone his favored flavor, one even Tetradore had trouble getting his hands on for the Ark's own bar. Still, it was early afternoon, far too early to indulge in such beverages yet. His head shook ever so slightly before his emerald eyes glanced down at the peculiar watch upon his wrist. "Nah, you guys are doing lunch now, though, right?" He inquired, glancing up at the man. The bartender's head bobbed and soon, Tetradore was introduced to that small lunch menu. "They with you?" The bartender inquired, prompting Tetradore's gaze to shift towards the pair of women again. "Uh....yeah." He responded, watching as the bartender offered both of them menus in turn. "You guys want lunch?" The were-King inquired, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand in an entirely indifferent fashion.