It wasn't often Tetradore saw fit to speak of his feelings upon the Nordic man who had, in some resemblance, become the very thing he loathed. Frost was a topic he mostly ignored in the same fashion that he treated the man himself. Voicing even as much as he had thus far was altogether peculiar for the usually stoic man and yet, Tetradore was hardly oblivious to that look of curiosity upon the woman's features as she sat across from him - at least, until he provided her with none of the details she was so clearly desiring. A soft chuckle left his lips at the girl's rather blunt words. It really was a shame, as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed the coyote far more than he had anticipated she might, particularly given her often instigating demeanor. Still, tonight he found himself filled with a peculiar sense of being let down. It was a sensation he pushed away, instead leaning his head upon the palm of his hand in an entirely lackadaisical fashion as his emerald eyes remained steadfast upon her. "Not particularly, no. The less you know, the less involved you may be." It was his effort, in a way, to shelter her from ending up on the wrong side of that confrontation, even if she was no longer a viable option for him.

It was that which so prompted a particularly mischievous thought within his mind, one he suspected she might not wholly reject him upon. That idea of so 'rubbing against her', as he had so eloquently put it, only seemed to draw laughter from her lips, a sound that managed to prompt a almost boyish grin upon his features - as rare as such a gesture was. He watched the way her shoulders shrugged ever so slightly and yet, in this she seemed wholly game, that grin still remaining upon his features as she so air quoted his words. "Would you rather I said, 'let's cuddle'?" He inquired and yet, his tone was wholly teasing, the man quite clearly satisfied at getting back at the equine in a manner so subtle and yet, wholly vexing. She might have been Frost's, but the horse was going to have to deal with the knowledge that she still kept his company, at least, for the time being she'd hardly fallen sway under whatever amazing skills the opposing Alpha had to woo his own sister.

It was that very mention of his own status as Alpha that so seemed to surprise the girl, prompting his perhaps more sardonic nature to fall from his lips. Often, Tetradore was quite...controlled with his emotions and yet, somehow, she managed to so loosen the man in a fashion he well knew was...dangerous. Still, he could hardly help the way he smirked at the girl's tongue, much less her insistence that he didn't have to be snarky. "That's rich, coming from you." He muttered with a soft chuckle in his voice. The young coyote had been perhaps the epitome of snarky each time he'd met her. For her to now lecture him was quite the unexpected turn of events. Still, he could hardly blame her for taking an interest within those pack tensions, after all, she was involved in this now. Hesitantly, he stated that it was hardly territory that had prompted that rift but rather...his sibling that Frost seemed after. His head bobbed in confirmation of her inquiries on his sibling's species before, slowly tilting to the side in consideration. "I...suppose it is possible, but rare. Generally one were's gene will dominate over the other but I have seen it before." A small shrug crossed his shoulders before her attention turned towards that beverage he was indulging within.

He could see that confusion quite clear upon her features, prompting that clarification he'd offered her and yet, the woman's rather disgusted tone only managed to amuse him. "You're probably right. But, if you drink enough of it, it does make things....fun." It was the best way he could explain that lowering of inhibitions and the sanctuary alcohol could provide. With someone like her, it certainly wouldn't take long for a drink such as this to work through her system. "Do you like strawberries?" He inquired, fully willing to pay for her to have a sip of something sweeter to provide the woman with a glimpse of understanding on why so many favored those 'gross' drinks. For him, it had either been a social thing or to obliterate those feelings that had tugged at him. It was hardly a good coping mechanism, but...she hardly had to know that. Rather, he was altogether content to watch her as she went over the delight of being mortal, including, most of all, the ability to pick things up. It was amusing really, the man chuckling in the wake of it as he nodded ever so slightly. Still, he hardly expected for the woman to take an interest in what he had been involved in of late, her question saw him pause before he mentioned that water buffalo he'd bested within the ring. Her insistence that she would surely take on something to retaliate caused a small snort to leave his nose. "I expect to hear the full story with all the details." He commented, grinning back at her.