Tetradore was well aware of those near stumbling footsteps as the young woman fell into that wall. The gesture was subtle, one she tried to simply smooth away and yet, he had hardly drank as much as her, his own system not quite so inebriated that his rather observant capabilities hadn't noticed such a thing. Even so, he said little on the gesture, much as he said little in the fashion she seemed to walk all the closer towards him as they began to wound their way through that crowd that congregated around those roadsters and modified vehicles. There was a certain sort of restlessness within the air, though it was a feeling the feline was all but used to. It was the sensation of anticipation and the Ark was often heavy with it on most nights. He slipped through the crowd with ease, keeping an ever watchful gaze upon the woman, more so when a hand actually bothered to reach out to her. She was quick to rid herself of that grasp, her gaze turning only to meet the almost protective glimpse to those emerald eyes that he hadn't meant to let her see. That raised brow caused his own to furrow and yet, that playful nudge to his shoulder that accompanied her equally as mischievous pack was met with a mere grunt in return. He was quite certain she shouldn't be, Tetradore was, after all, a possessive creature by nature.

That inquiry of whether or not they were apart of his pack, however, was met with a rather blunt announcement that they were not. His own pack would hardly act in such a manner, much less would they dare to touch a woman that fell under his rule. She hardly offered a word in response, instead simply lingering close to him as they moved closer towards those vehicles lined up at the makeshift starting line. He pointed out those vehicles to her, identifying them with little difficulty. Tetradore knew well the specs of those machines and yet, tonight, he was allowing the young woman at his side to so spend that money, he could only hope that she would choose well tonight. It took a moment of consideration before Malia made that decision, prompting the were-King to flag over a particularly skimpy dressed woman and the goons at her side. He was hardly unaware of that glance that the female so gave him, his own emerald eyes lingering but slightly on her long, bare legs and deep plunging cleavage. What he was oblivious of, however, was the way in which Malia herself seemed to so let her lips curl in an almost threatening fashion.

Soon enough, the woman turned, her hips sashaying and slowly, his emerald eyes turned back towards those vehicles as their engines began to purr. He hardly expected the way Malia's petite frame so abruptly collided into his own and yet, Tetradore hardly shifted with her added weight so pressed against him. Rather, a glimpse of surprise crossed his features as he shifted, his fingers brushing against her arms in an effort to right her. She hardly gave him a chance, however, before pulling away and in those moments her gaze seemed almost pointed to turn towards anywhere else. For a moment, Tetradore watched her with a glimpse of curiosity before, slowly, his gaze followed hers to those vehicles, watching as that young woman continued her prancing around that ring that surrounded those vehicles. His comment of that race starting soon seemed to draw Malia from whatever so occupied her thoughts and yet, he hardly expected the decidedly bold observation that left her lips. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his gaze refocused upon that woman, the man entirely content to clarify. "She's showing off her body because she wants men to notice her...and she wants them to want her." His gaze slowly shifted towards the woman beside him, as if he was considering something before he added with an unexpected teasing inquiry, "Are you jealous?"

He hardly had time to hear her answer, however, before that woman came to stand in front of those cars, dropping a white bandana after an almost teasing countdown only for those engines to so roar to life, their tires squealing on the asphalt beneath them. His own emerald eyes watched those vehicles with a hint of almost...excitement, the man too caught up in those vehicles to notice her hand as it gripped his forearm, his gaze following those vehicles till they quickly ran out of view and soon, those large tvs flickered on with the continuation of that race. It was only then, once the roar of those vehicles that he became aware of that light touch upon his spine, the simple weight nearly caused a shudder to run down his spine. That inquiry, however, was momentarily ignored as his eyebrows furrowed, the man reaching up to tuck his fingers beneath her chin and draw her gaze back towards him, "The Zonda is. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, a hint of uncertainty bleeding into those usually confident notes. Malia had always been a difficult one for him to read. Was this just a result of the alcohol running through her system or was there something...else here?