That idle comment that the not everything could be perfect was, quite literally, the story of his life. Very little of his world had fallen in place in a way that was 'perfect' in any fashion. He suspected, truly, that life was hardly as awful as the young woman made it out to seem and yet, he said very little of his own thoughts on it. People hardly took well to being told they had it easy in comparison. Rather, Tetradore merely offered her a small shrug, finishing that alcohol in his glass before he reached out for that glass bottle, quite near stealing it from her in the process. Tetradore had little intention of sitting around for the girl's pity party. In truth, he'd never really had any sort of patience for such dwelling upon sadness, beyond, of course, his own. The were-King was hardly a hypocrite in any fashion, he knew well where his own faults lay and often times, he was the first to admit them, if anyone ever bothered to speak to him of it - which, they rarely did. As it was, Tetradore was rather certain he had a far better idea of how the young woman could spend the next hour or so of her evening, the man abruptly rose to his feet as he commented in a far more demanding voice for her follow him. Requests, it seemed, were not his forte.

The man was largely oblivious to those internal thoughts that so roved her mind as she contemplated not only following him but the consequences that might come with it, much less her own feelings upon the man himself, in some regards. Tetradore, on the other hand, was near single minded in his purpose, hardly hesitating as he started moving through the bar with the simple faith that she would be in his wake. And if she wasn't? Well...that was all fine and well all the same. He glanced behind his shoulder as soon as he was free of the crowd, that corridor laid out before him and yet, the man was pleased to find her still following in tow. He continued to lead her to those areas of the ship often closed off to the public, the man hardly considering those fears that lingered on her mind at the darkness that pressed in on them. Here, Tetradore was entirely at ease. He rounded the corner towards the kitchen, leading the woman into that brightly lit space. Tetradore turned towards the woman, pausing at that quizzical look that crossed her features though he hardly lingered long on that questioning glance. Rather, he inquired after that if she was even capable of baking. After all, what was a birthday without a cake?

Tetradore hardly waited for a response before he began to pull from those cabinets the objects Raven normally pulled out for any sort of baked sweet. He might have never made an effort to bake himself but Tetradore was certainly attentive when it served him to be. He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled those objects out of the fringe, "Yeah, it's somewhere. Just....open all the cabinets till you find it." He commented, hardly concerned for the mess they might make. After all, he hired staff to clean up after him, or, if they were feeling particularly adventurous afterwards, closing some cabinets was hardly the end of the world. He bought several of those staples from the fridge, placing them down on the counter only to glance at that book Calliel had found and the recipe she had opened it too. The chocolate cake was certainly appealing, particularly with that chocolate frosted glaze Raven had a habit of making with it. "This is a good one." He commented idly, his own eyes scanning that ingredients list for anything he missed that Calliel wasn't already busying herself with fetching. The were-King lifted himself up onto the counter beside that book and stack of ingredients, the man entirely content to refill his glass as he watched Calliel return with those measuring cups.

That inquiry caused his gaze to glance upwards, that distinct change in her voice was certainly noted. His head shook ever so slightly, "Nah, she is my best friend's girlfriend. Raven bought it awhile ago. She likes to read...and cook....I think. I don't know if she actually enjoys cooking or just does it so we have something to eat." His features shifted in contemplation of the girl's interests. Truthfully, he'd never taken a great interest in the girl's own hobbies. That wasn't to say he didn't care about her or wholeheartedly support her in whatever caught her eye - after all he was quite willing to throw money at the girl to have her own library if it made her happy. He was as invested in her as he had been in his own sibling. Though, now that he thought about it, maybe that was the issue. Nadya had never been satisfied enough in his involvement either. A soft sigh left his lips as he shook his head, the man altogether eager to focus on something else then those internal difficulties. "So...what do we need to do first?" He inquired, entirely willing to assist in this cake ordeal.