That inquiry on the origin of his name produced little more than a small shrug from the hispanic man's shoulders."I don't know what it means, it was just...a name that's always been in my family, I guess." He answered simply enough. He'd been too young when he'd last seen his parents to care what his name meant. It was simply his and in that alone the child had been happy, being far more interested in his boyish adventures then to ponder over it in any great detail. That nickname she chose for him, however, caused his nose to wrinkle ever so slightly. "How about just Tet. It's even shorter than Dory and Panther boy." Frankly, it was much better than both of them too, as far as he was concerned. Malia was hardly the first soul to hassle him on that man's surname. It was perhaps peculiar, really, to go by such a name and yet, that given name was some how entirely intimate for the were-King. His sibling was perhaps the only person to truly call him it, much less know him by it. He knew, to a certain extent, that she was toying with him. Then again, as long as it wasn't his given name he was called by, Tetradore didn't really care all that greatly of what sort of nickname she wanted to offer him. It didn't mean he'd answer to it but, it didn't upset the man either.

Rather, he let that conversation shift to those colloquial expressions, though he could tell easily she scarcely understood it in the slightest. A soft sigh left his lips though the man made little effort to explain it further. There was little doubt of his disappointment in her choice of Frost, though Tetradore had little intention to really do anything of it - at least, not presently. He knew well the outcomes of this. Either the Norwegian man would show his true colors and Malia would find fault in it, or he would show them and the wolf would embrace it. Regardless, his judgement of her would either be shown to be incorrect or, her judgement of Frost would falter. All it took was time and like that ivory steed, Tetradore had no difficulty in playing this game for the long run. Then again, perhaps with that inevitable winning of his sister, the horse would be satisfied and the entire pack could leave him the hell alone. It was with some measure of effort that Tetradore pushed such thoughts from the forefront of his mind, instead, inquiring after why she was so keen on whether or not he had a brother to begin with. Her answer, however, produced little more than a mock pout from his lips - as if he was not enough for her?!

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she rolled her eyes, insisting that he looked decent enough on those rare moments when that simper brushed across his features and yet, that notion that he scowled too much only saw a chuckle leave his lips. This time, however, the man skipped the allegories, only offering her a small shrug. "You scowl at me all the time, babe." He commented, almost teasing affectionate pet name left his lips with ease as he indulged in his own beverage. He watched that giggle that left his lips and yet, that hint of pink that so crossed her cheeks only served to bring a smug grin to his features. It wasn't often, truly, that anyone so blushed within his presence, even if it was not entirely caused by himself.

That simple inquiry on if she could have another was met with a small nod as he flagged down the bartender to request another. His insistence that she could only have one, however, was met with those stumbling words. His eyebrows rose as she attempted to vocalize that singular word. He hardly intruded, really, as she instead chose another word and yet, there was clear amusement across his usually solemn features. Fortunately for her, she was quite lucky that it hardly took long for her fruity drink to appear before. Those words of gratitude only seemed to confuse the bartender and briefly, Tetradore shook his head at the man as if to say 'don't ask'. His attention slowly turned back towards her as she inquired if he had a mate he had to return to and yet, he was almost surprised that her inquiry was prompted only for a desire to do something more beyond this. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he considered before a small shrug crossed his shoulders, "Well, there's the Ark, of course, with were fighting and I think they're having the street races tonight..." His voice trailed off as he considered it. In truth, Tetradore rarely engaged in that sort of 'fun'. Business was often the forefront of his mind of late - from those business meetings such as this to overseeing the Ark itself. He was, perhaps, not the best person to ask of what there was to do in his side of town.