The Western Alpha was nothing short of patient when the desire struck him, hardly pressing her as Taliah rose to distract herself with the prospect of coffee. That heated drink, after all, was nothing short of glorious, Tetradore already reaching out for that offered cup. Gently, he cradled it within his hands, the very heat of it almost hurting when compared to the stark coldness that touched his frame. His emerald eyes merely followed the woman as she settled on the sofa beside him, her gaze clearly focused upon her own mug before, quietly, her voice began a tale far too familiar for Tetradore's own liking. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, he remained silent, simply listening as she wove a past of fear, murder, and slavery - oh how very well he knew that life her sister likely was now subjected to. That shrug upon Taliah's shoulders caused his own gaze to shift from her as he slowly brought his mug to his lips. For a singular moment, Tetradore allowed the silence to persist before his lips parted. It was pointless, after all, to dwell upon the past and what could have been - he knew this well. Those questions too were often unwanted. No, Tetradore himself liked to focus upon the present, upon what could be done here and now and frankly, he suspected Taliah was the same. "I have contacts in the Black Market and in the Dark Hunter council. I could make some calls if you'd like? I can't promise they'd find anything but..." He shrugged, leaving that option open for her if she desired it.

He was, admittedly, almost unsurprised that the conversation so abruptly shifted back towards himself. After all, the Were-King was all too familiar with those coping techniques - those methods of evasions ones he could identify with such striking clarity and yet, he was hardly as inclined to share his own story, even as he puzzled over that answer. Tetradore was certain that his mention of those very responsibilities that kept him within the city was hardly satisfactory and yet, Taliah seemed to accept it easily enough, the young woman contemplating of just how much of a shackle those responsibilities could be. A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders at the idea, even if he was certain she hardly realized to the very extent her words were true. It was, however, her inquiry of his status as Alpha, however, that took Tetradore aback. Admittedly, he had never contemplated exactly that desire to be the leader of the pack. It simply...was. That steely resolve quite near predetermining his path in life even at his very expense. That brief explanation that he was always meant to become Alpha, however, seemed to baffle the young woman as she admitted that the Amazon was different, though, he supposed the complexities of the pack life even here were hardly as easy as he had suggested it to be. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as the man sighed softly. "I suppose there is more to it than simple bloodlines even here too. Yes, I was meant to be the Alpha of my father's pack on his death but...even here only the strongest are able to hold that position. Half of my present pack was never supposed to be mine. But their Alpha lost and...." He shrugged as if no further words truly needed to be said.

Tetradore's head shook ever so slightly at Taliah's inquiry of that location of his pack. After all, his father's own hadn't quite existed within those city limits and his grandfather, he'd heard, had once lived even further away. "In my lifetime, yes, I believe it was once in New York City though, before I was born." His own attention, however, deviated from those inquiries as her toes brushed against his side, only for the woman to abruptly withdraw her feet. A small frown touched his features and yet, he hardly made a move regardless of that small accident, merely shrugging with disinterest. His gaze slowly followed her as she rose, moving closer towards the fire, only for her hand to gesture to the spot beside her. A small sigh crossed his lips as he glanced at the clothes upon the chair. Waiting truly, was hardly necessary and yet, he had accepted the cold if only for the curiosity of her, much less his intrigue in a packless were who baked. Now, however, there was hardly a need to linger, he supposed. Almost on cue, as if the very universe seemed to agree, the light overhead flickered on, the appliances in the loft seeming to hum with that renewed energy restored to them. A small snort left his nose before the Were-King simply shook his head ever so slightly. "Seems you have power back. I'll turn off the generator on my way out." He rose, letting that blanket fall easily back upon her sofa as he moved towards that chair holding his own still damp clothes. That shirt was peeled over his toned figure, his body near shivering at the coldness of it and yet, it hardly mattered, he wouldn't be in it long. That towel was abandoned quite upon that same chair, those undergarments and jeans replaced with equal swiftness and little concern for nudity - after all, it was a norm within their own species, was it not? It was only once those damp clothes had once again found their place upon his figure that his gaze shifted towards the woman, settled in front of the fireplace. "I'll still take those cookies though, and my jacket, if you don't mind."