It wasn't often, truly, that anyone attempted to so much as tease the man. Then again, it was equally as rare for Tetradore to react to such teasing in a good natured fashion. He was so very often a somber man by nature, often more serious in the facade he presented the outside world with. There was a delicate balance to so invoking him in such a fashion without too prompting his snippy, commanding demeanor. It was a line Malia danced near perfectly, now that she was not filled with the denial of what she was. He found a rare sort of amusement within her, a certain comfort that he couldn't quite explain. She seemed so lightly hearted and yet - entirely spirited. It was the exact sort of thing that drew the were-King to her, even as she so toyed with that nickname she might provide him before, with some effort, agreeing to something far less embarrassing. Although 'dory' was fitting, given the French meaning of his name, the notion of being a fish was enough to make him squirm slightly. He was thankful the matter of his name was easily solved, that conversation instead shifting to his pack and siblings and, finally, to his own appearances. Her insistence that he was appeasing only when he didn't scowl only prompted the man to inform her just of how often she wore that look upon her features.

He could hardly help that look of amusement that crossed his features as she informed him she scowled at him only when she found herself struggling to understand him, which, apparently, happened more often than not. A small shrug crossed his shoulders. "We're all mad here." He commented softly to himself, those words of that infamous feline entirely sensible to him in that moment, even if he suspected she would hardly get the reference. He shook his head ever so slightly and yet, the thoughts were easily pushed aside as they moved onto alcohol. That additional beverage was quickly placed before her and yet, Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way in which she seemed to struggle with those syllables already. He'd have to keep an eye on her - the last thing he wanted was a drunk girl on his hands. It was, however, that inquiry on what to do on his side of town that saw the man pause, a small frown marring his features at the consideration of it. It wasn't often Tetradore had the chance to do those things she would have deemed as fun.

It was with a hint of hesitance that the man finally voiced the activities he knew of within the West side of the city. She seemed to stare at him blankly at the notion of those street races, that inquiry prompted him to shake his head ever so slightly. "No, babe, this is racing super cars down the streets. Drifting. Evading the police. Trying not to crash. Bets." He named off all those particularly adrenaline rushing aspects of those races he so often indulged in, the corner of his lips tilting upwards in a small simper. He was hardly surprised by her interest within the Ark, though even he could agree that with her current state, she would hardly last long within his ring. What he didn't expect, however, that that glint in her eye as she so declared they needed to do it all. Tetradore could hardly help the chuckle on his lips before he nodded. "All right, all right, come on, I'll show you the races. Come on." He downed that drink, placing it on the table before tossing cash onto it. Tetradore gestured slightly towards her, leading her down those streets and towards those sketchier areas of his own district. He could hear the roar of those engines before they quite reached the crowd that surrounded them. Many of those faces were wholly familiar to him, the were-king greeted by several of them as he led her towards the starting line. "Do you see that one?" He commented to her, pointing to a red vehicle at the line. "That's a Porsche Spyder and that one over there is a Pagani Zonda. Which one should we bet on, miss Lady Luck?" He inquired, intending to show her what the races were like before dragging the woman into participating one.