There was something wholly agitating of the way the woman was so easily willing to brush him off, as if he was more akin to an ant to her in spite of all he had done for her, in spite of all of the times he had been there for her. Usually, that demeanor alone was enough to the man to discriminate any ties or affections he held and yet, Vhalla had made the terrible error of so interrupting his business affairs, in the process tarnishing both his record and his bottom line. A scowl crossed his features as his fingers encircled her wrist, pulling her back inside and slamming her thin physique against the wall. He altogether ignored those scandalous words that left her lips, the man's interest in such carnal desires altogether non-existent in the wake of her actions. His threat fell lowly from his lips as he stared at her with those intense emerald green eyes. The man hardly flinched as she so roughly pulled herself from his grasp, much less did he bother to move as she closed that distance between them, that hiss of her lips only caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly as she so declared her intentions to run far, far away from that city. Still, it was that declaration that she was no one's possession that coaxed a reaction from him, a snort leaving his nose as he shoved the girl away from him. "Really? You could have fooled me." He commented, altogether ignoring the girl's insistence that she would gladly kill herself rather than belong to someone else...and yet...she was still standing in front of him.

"Funny, you certainly don't look that desperate now." Tetradore responded dryly. It was a low blow, perhaps, but for a person who desired escape to such an extent, she certainly didn't seem to be attempting as much as he had. Regardless, Tetradore pivoted on his feet, prowling towards that crate to heft it up from the front of his car, near tossing it within her chest as he declared her the proud owner of those skulls he'd so fetched from South America for the men who now laid dead at his feet. He hardly lingered in front of the woman, however, merely calling over his shoulder for her to clean up her own mess as he preoccupied himself with counting the money he was able to salvage from this rather unfortunate change of events. This was definitely not what he had signed up for when he'd agreed to ship those ancient skulls. Tetradore was entirely oblivious to that death glare she so provided him with, the man in no mood for her behavior any further and yet, he hardly anticipated the way in which she reached down to pull her boot from her foot, the were-King only aware of it the moment it collided solidly into his head. His gaze narrowed as his head turned to glance down at that shoe, the man slowly turned to face the woman who so crossed that space to stand in front of him.

His eyebrows raised as she so insisted the rest of his money was in the vehicle and yet, even that hardly perturbed him quite as much as her insistence to 'get his head out of his ass'. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" He stated, almost as if he couldn't believe his ears. "I'm jackass? I don't think I came in to YOUR business arrangement, killed YOUR customer, and then asked YOU to clean up MY mess. Jesus Christ, your such a fucking child, Vhalla. Can you take responsibility a single god damned thing you do or are you really going to walk around here pretending like you're some mother fucking saint." He turned away from her, grabbing that suitcase to toss it in the back of that sport's car's trunk. "You act like you can just excuse your behavior away and be an insolent brat all because, 'oh god, you have some terrible life with Ivan'. Stop thinking you're so god damned special." He walked past her as he ranted, going for that vehicle and the rest of the money she claimed was there, it, after all, was far more important to him than any perceived amount of pride. "My first pack member was beaten by her father and kept in a cage by her pack. My other one was made into an assassin by her own fucking family. They're still far more capable of handling themselves then you. God, my childhood wasn't all flower and daisies." He pulled that duffle bag from the back of that trunk, hardly caring for the contents before he moved back to his vehicle, tossing it too in the back of his car. Tetradore slammed that vehicle closed before moving around the vehicle to the driver's side door. Frankly, he had little reason to stay, much less to put up with her bullshit. "I don't know what the fuck has gotten your panties in such god damned twist but if this is really what you have to offer the world then you can sure as hell tell Ivan that he can keep you. I've got far more important things than to deal with your bullshit."