How sweet the roar of the engine was to the Were-King's ears, the very feeling of the vehicle's power beneath his fingertips had always brought a sort of ease to the man's tremulous soul. For once, his usual love for speed faltered, Tetradore entirely attentive to the young girl that sat nestled in the passenger seat beside him. Her very appreciation of those breathtaking vehicles had brought a rare glimpse of a simper upon his features - fleeting though it was. Now, nestled within the interior, the pair fell to a sort of comfortable silence for several brief moments as Maeve's lavender gaze turned towards the buildings they passed with each mile. Although Tetradore's visits to Red on the Water had become increasingly infrequent, his memory of the route was still crystal clear. Maeve's abrupt inquiry of his age, however, demanded Tetradore's attention, his own baritone voice a soft rumble in response. The girlish giggle upon her lips drew the weight of the Alpha's striking emerald irises. The curious rise of his brow, however, was the only answer he provided as Maeve's soprano voice declared him far older then she had anticipated. That subtle hint of a complaint was such a rarity from the usually carefree girl that Tetradore was quick to pick up upon the change in pitch. Why she might find his age a topic of any interest, however, baffled him, nevertheless why she might find any disfavor within how young or old he was.

His silence, however, only continued to persist as Maeve spoke of her mother. Her mother's state of immortality was, admittedly, hardly a matter of a great surprise to Tetradore though he spoke little of it, instead merely allowing Maeve the space to gather her thoughts as she contemplated the complexity of agelessness. It was, in fact, only the mention of his father's name that sharply garnered the girl his attention. The corner of his lips twitched downward in a small frown, though such was hardly an unusual look for the Alpha. There were few times, admittedly, when he was not frowning. Softly, he repeated the very name, his own voice carefully pitched with a vague inquiry and yet, the answer he received was perhaps equally as perplexing. Maeve was so often the epitome of chatty, to suddenly avoid a topic instantly raised his suspicion. "Promised to help with what?" He inquired softly, his gaze briefly deviating from the road towards her. Tetradore had wondered, naturally, if it was his own father, much less what Matteo might be doing with Maeve, of all people. It was a topic he might contemplate broaching with the man, depending upon how persistent the young fae child was in her avoidance of it.

Tetradore was hardly prepared for Maeve's sudden declaration that she recognized the restaurant of his choice for the evening. An almost bemused glimpse crossed his features at the girl's near gleeful declaration, the child bouncing in her seat with far more excitement then he was certain Red on the Water deserved. He said little of it, however, as he brought the car to a halt. Tetradore was hardly oblivious of the gleeful grin upon Maeve's features though the child remained in her seat as the Were-King moved around to her side of the car. He reached for the door handle, opening the door for her in a rare glimpse of gentlemanly demeanor. Maeve's impish grin prompted a weak simper upon his own features as the child peered up at him. Her appreciation was far more than he was used to, the Alpha's head merely bobbing in a way of a response. "You're welcome." He answered, closing the door behind her. Tetradore reached for the keys within his pocket, locking the shiny red sports car behind them as he led the way up towards the building. A single word to the hostess was all that was required before the pair were ushered along to a table, menus placed before them both even if Tetradore anticipated they would hardly be used. Nevertheless, he remained silent for several moments in some guise of looking over those options before his gaze turned upwards towards Maeve herself. "What are you thinking, Maeve? Mac and cheese again or something else?" Tetradore inquired - after all, this was her birthday dinner, was it not?

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