It was perhaps one of the feline's greatest weaknesses, even if it was not particularly well known or anticipated out of him. For all that frigid exterior that he presented the world with, Tetradore had an innate inability to abandon those who needed him, in one way or another. Those broken hearted, those thrust into situations they should not be forced to endure alone, those who presented the world with a visage of violence in retaliation of their own checkered pasts. Those were the souls he was drawn to. It was only natural, that a girl abandoned by her maker might so produce within him a glimpse of pity. And yet...those beginning trendles of emotion were decidedly fleeting in the wake of those words that left the sassy female's lips. Rather, he regarded her with a glimpse of annoyance, one eyebrow arching ever so slightly upon his features. "I don't believe I took the liberty to assume anything regarding your making, girl. I was merely inquiring your thoughts, clearly, it was a mistake to do so. You're rather presumptuous." His tone was flat as he regarded her, that glimpse of judgmentalness all the more present in that singular moment. Tetradore was a finicky creature at heart, his interest capable of waning as quickly as it might be captured. Then again, in his life, he had never truly been in a situation where he could not afford to not be picky of those he cast his allegiance and care with.

Still, it was that very mention of her birthday that intrigued the man all the same. There were traditions upheld within the Ark between his staff and those regulars who haunted the ship's hull. It was a fashion, of sorts, in which he was still able to create an air of familiarity within those wayward souls. If she intended to stay and bicker about how utterly ridiculous the laws of his boat was, it only seemed fair she was, in turn, introduced to that ring to prove herself not only worth staying but also worth his own time. It was with that in mind that Tetradore turned towards the crowd, his voice carrying over that rambunctious throng. It was perhaps that confidence he so exuded that so immediately prompted even that loud horde. Those eyes so abruptly turned to the pair, waiting upon every syllable that left the were-king's lips. Even they knew what a birthday meant, the crowd entirely content to cheer in the wake of that announcement that, one round would entirely be paid for by the House. That declaration for the ring to be cleared followed in the wake of those cheers, the animals within scampered towards the sidelines, leaving that area empty for his utilization.

This attention deviated only as that shot glass was placed before him, the man effortlessly tossing that alcoholic liquor back into his throat. It was only once he'd savored that burn that he turned his attention towards her, providing her with those instructions to do the same. The girl's insistence that she was quite knowledgeable of that liquor saw his eyebrows raise ever so slightly, a small shrug crossing his shoulders. And here he thought her youth might make her ignorant on the liquor, apparently those laws of appropriate drinking age were not well impressed upon her, not that it terribly mattered much to him, he supposed. Male, female, experienced, ignorant, hell, he'd seem the all throughout the years he'd spent with that bar that had been his home. She was, in that aspect, nothing unique. Rather, Tetradore simply offered the woman that command to follow him as he lead the way from the table to that roped off section of the Ark. It was with a single hand that he lifted those ropes, providing the woman with an opening to enter as he gestured within. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to that wide-eyed look she'd provided him with and yet, it hardly provoked any sort of mercy within him. Why should it? She was already busy assuming the worst of him at every move he made with those nippy words. Tetradore never did play well with others.

That sudden effort to escape her fate was regarded with but a blank glimpse of indifference, already well aware that his crowd would hardly be denied so easily. He watched simply as she was shoved into that ring, even if the girl finally looked out of place. Serves her right. Regardless, he was still going to offer her some hint of consideration and fairness, assuring her he'd assist in forcing that shift to overcome her. After all, she was within his territory now, the Alpha entirely within control within these metal walls. She regarded him with a glare of distaste and yet, those words simply caused him to stare at her in return. "A free shot of whatever topshelf you like." He clarified after a moment, wholly failing to rise to those baiting words. She already ran the risk of getting the snot beaten out of her - or winning. If she wanted to make snide comments to so prepare herself for what was to come - he had little need to stop her.

Still, Tetradore left it at that, merely turning towards that crowd before briefly pointing at a singular man close to the ring. "Russ, you've been wanting a chance in the ring - here's your shot." He stated simply at the young man. He watched as the fellow eagerly climb in across from her, shedding that shirt and jeans as quickly as possible, as if he feared the Alpha might change his mind. Really, the creature was perfect for her, that skin and flesh exploding but moments later to reveal the physique of a large ram. The man often failed to be able to compete against those true predators that stalked the Ark and yet, he might prove an interesting match up against the likely large horse. This time, however, Tetradore hardly gave her the courtesy of inquiring if she was ready, or if she cared to save her clothes, after all, she hardly seemed to regard his consideration thus far as a kindness. Rather, the Alpha reached out for that woman before him, his dominance so tentatively probing her for a moment before clutching onto that creature he could feel resting dormant within her. It would hardly be fast or as painless as those shifts he pulled out of those that recognized his power, but he knew well he could tear that beast from her skin. And, without a word of warning, the Western King did just that.