His emerald eyes only glanced up for a brief moment from the page upon his desk, the Were-King all but slow to reply to her inquiry, giving that last page the same thorough inspection he had given all the others. It was only after he was certain the numbers on the page were correct that his signature was placed at the bottom of the page, the letters flowing and scripted to the point that those letters were almost indistinguishable beyond the initial 'A' and 'T' of his first and last name. Effortlessly, Tetradore reorganized those skewed pages, tapping them on his desk till they fell back into that neat stack. He handed it back towards Raven, only to lean back in his chair with a soft sigh as he watched the woman place his own small stack of pages on her far larger one. Frankly, he'd be glad to see those forms gone - at least until next year. A small yawn crossed Tetradore's lips as Raven slid their shared stack of pages into her large manila envelope. The very last thing he expected, however, was the woman's sudden inquiry for coffee. For a moment, Tetradore merely stared at the young woman blankly, as if it took him a moment to truly comprehend that offer before, sluggishly, he accepted. After all, despite all that his far more clandestine world consisted of, he still owed it to his pack to be there for them. Those responsibilities he held, after all, were the only thing he often had to cling to.

His acceptance, however, seemed to prompt a near beaming grin upon her features as he pulled himself out of his office chair, reaching for the supple leather jacket on the back of his chair. That very suggestion of coffee and sweets, however, prompted a far different thought upon his mind as he inquired after that very Bakery he'd taken to visiting when his need for sweets was overwhelming his own patience. Tetradore's emerald eyes glanced towards Raven as she shook her head, plucking that envelope from his desk with clear exuberance. The Were-King himself grabbed a pair of keys from his desk, only to snort softly at the very idea of the balance between the canines and felines within his own pack. How rarely he thought of such things as their species! "No, I think she's a reptile of some kind. I'm not sure yet, I haven't seen her shift." Tetradore admitted with a small shrug. It hardly mattered to him what she was, truly, the man far more inclined to collect that menagerie of his own for reasons. Their numbers were meant to expand, after all, to give them some level of strength and, in turn, to further protect each an every individual that made up the Nightshade pack. After all - in the event his death was far more permanent, there would undoubtedly be a war to be had, one that he was determined to ensure they survived through.

Tetradore led the way down towards the garage, his hand easily clicking the button on the key fob. The ebony and crimson McLaren beeped, it's lights flashing. The vehicle certainly could use some time on the road, having fallen from grace in the favor of the Bugatti and Lamborghini he so often drove. Nevertheless, Tetradore trailed after Raven towards the car, the man all but falling into the driver's seat as he pulled the gull wing door down. He'd only just put the key in the ignition why Raven's shy voice called out just over the rumble of the vehicle. "Yeah, sure, it'll probably get cold though." It was, after all, in the dead of winter, the city still clinging to those chilling temperatures with the continual overwhelming threat of snow. However, if Raven wanted her window down, he saw little reason not to give in to her desires, flipping that switch to automatically slide her passenger side window, all the while turning on those heated seats for himself. Gently, Tetradore coaxed the vehicle from the depths of the Ark, waiting till the tires found the asphalt of the road before he coaxed the supercar into those speeds he was so often known for. The post office was, fortunately, within the Eastern part of town, giving them some road to enjoy before Tetradore was forced to slow and find a parking place for Raven to drop off that envelope they had poured over for days.