That soft coaxing of encouragement briefly pulled the Were-King from his thoughts and lackadaisically, his shoulders rose in an altogether vague shrug. "I've met a crocodile before, she didn't have the same...edge as them." Tetradore finished though he hardly seemed as convinced at himself. The idea of a turtle however, was enough to prompt a small snort from the Alpha's nose and yet, he could hardly associate the persistent woman who ran The Bakery with a creature so utterly placid. "Not all turtles are small." Tetradore pointed out purposefully before adding in an afterthought. "But no, I don't think she was a turtle either." A glimpse of almost frustrated indecision crossed his features before the man simply waved off the conundrum for now. Taliah, he was sure, was a woman he would unravel in time. After all, he still had a promise to fulfill to her, one that might prove to be particularly useful in his own endeavors to pull the girl into his fold. Such thoughts, however, hardly lingered upon his mind for long as the pair slid into one of the Were-King's treasured sports cars. The trip to the post office was particularly short and, perhaps colder then Tetradore would have liked though he said little of it if only for the glee that Raven seemed to find at the feeling of the wind flowing through her hair.

Their quest to send off the bundle of tax papers was altogether short-lived, those lines hardly long before they were left blissfully free of that awful paperwork. Tetradore was all but content to lead the way towards his newest discovery, this door too held open for Raven as the pair slid inside the sweet warmth of the establishment. Tetradore was nearly assaulted by that scent of those mouth-water goods, his striking emerald eyes already darted over the glass cases, searching for those glimpses of chocolate that were well known to be his weakness. The soft inquiry of what he might suggest within the Bakery, however, prompted a small glimpse of bashfulness upon his features as he admitted to both of those treats he was far more well known for indulging in. He was, in this, entirely predictable. Even so, Tetradore hardly anticipated the way Raven reached up to brush her hand within his brunette locks, ruffling the rich curls upon his head. An almost surprised look crossed his features at the warm simper he was given and yet, Tetradore hardly voiced a word of it. A small grin fluttered across Tetradore's features before his head nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I guess it kinda is," He admitted as they neared the cash register. He hardly hesitated to give his own order of a chocolate chip cookie and a cup of coffee and yet, before he could even reach for his wallet, a twenty-dollar bill appeared before him on the counter.

A glimpse of surprise crossed his features as his emerald eyes turned towards the woman beside him, the Were-King altogether baffled by the gesture though he could scarcely object before she grabbed her ordered items and headed towards a table. Sluggishly, Tetradore reached for his coffee and cookie, only to trail after the girl to settle into the chair on the opposite side of her chosen table. Easily, Tetradore leaned back within his seat, pulling his cookie from the paper sleeve it had been placed in. Really, it was near perfect. Not too hot and yet still warm enough to be just slightly gooey inside. He took a bite out of the cookie, entirely oblivious of the thoughts that lingered upon the young woman's mind. Rather, it was the mention of the water fights that drew his gaze upwards. "I said we could try them." He insisted, altogether skeptical of the affair still. "I'm worried it might attract too much attention from the Dark Hunters." With the fights, the rowdy crowd could be contained within the Ark itself but those water fights would surely prove to be a wholly different beast altogether.