Frost was an altogether complicated subject for the western Alpha. He knew well that not all being associated with the man held his same values. After all Alexis certainly couldn't be furthest from him and yet, the girl had stayed at his side for some time. In fact, she had been the initial catalyst for that feud between the two packs, even if he was assured such a rift between them was near inevitable considering the almost Romeo and Juliet type love affair. He could tell from that simple look alone that Calliel hardly condoned her maker's actions and in turn he hardly held her at fault for them either. It was a peculiar understanding, but one nonetheless. Rather, Tetradore was content to simply assist in the baking of that cake, dumping those ingredients he'd measured out in her bowl, the man occasionally reaching out for that glass of liquor that was ever quickly beginning to dwindle. He could feel that buzz in his head now, that drink working it's way through his system. Those emerald eyes glanced up but briefly towards the young woman at his side at the sound of her voice, his gaze steady upon her as she voiced her confusion on her maker's need to attack him. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as the man considered his response, that silence lasting longer than usual if only from the sudden difficulty that came from choosing words that sounded particularly diplomatic. It was an effort he gave up quite quickly.

"Oh fuck it." He uttered softly to himself, the man suddenly speaking far more...bluntly then he often might have chosen to. "He wanted my sister and instead of just saying he was sorry and making amends he decided to be an ass about it all. Love can make people do foolish things I guess." It was the simple truth of the whole affair. They could have all been one happy family under two united packs. That chance, however, was long gone. Still, he took that assurance that he looked like someone not worth messing with as a compliment. It was better to be feared than to be constantly challenged. Even though, it was that fear both in others and himself that kept the man from making those connections with others - that kept him from that very love that had enamored both his sister and her maker into something so rash and foolish. He supposed at least they'd finally found some happiness within each other...or something. That inquiry that followed, however, prompted another shrug from his shoulders, the man quite easily commenting on how others tended to view him. His response quite clearly drew upon his own internal thoughts and yet, that apology was one the man hardly anticipated. After all, it was a simple fact of life.

It was that insistence that he certainly was not as terrifying as everyone made him out to be that prompted a warm chuckle to his lips. "Well, it's your birthday, I had to drop the scary act for this special day, I guess." He commented, those words almost good natured, beneath that heavy sway of alcohol in his system. His gaze followed her own towards that bowl, at least until that inquiry of that mixer pulled his attention. The Alpha nodded, pushing himself off that countertop to dig around in those cabinets and fetch the device she was searching for. It was only once the mixer was placed on the counter and plugged in that Tetradore settled back on the granite countertops. His hand reached for that glass, raising it to his lips and as he finished off the remainder in that tumblr. His stomach felt warm, the man far more content then he had been in a long while, even if he knew well it was thanks only to the liquor. He might have to get them another bottle. It was during this consideration that Calliel's voice distracted the man, that gesture for milk prompted him to reach up for that already measured liquid, the man pouring it easily into that bowl.

He eyed that quickly forming mesh of ingredients as they mixed together to form some sort of rough batter. His gaze flickered towards the young woman as she eyed that batter, the man hardly bothering to intercede as she reached up to flick that mixer on a higher speed. The were-King could hardly help that flinch at the sound of surprise upon the woman's lips, that batter quite near smacking him in the face with those ooey gooey bits of chocolate. A look of bafflement crossed his features, his fingers reaching up to touch that sudden wetness on his cheek only to succeed in spreading it further. He glanced down at his fingers before slowly raising them to his lips, licking off that batter in a tentative fashion. Well - at least it didn't taste bad. That tender touch of that towel upon his face drew his gaze towards the young woman, her insistence that at least he no longer looked terrifying brought a rare grin to the man's features, that laughter leaving his own lips. Tetradore reached out, his thumb gingerly running across her own cheek to rub off some of that batter before too fitting between his lips. "At least it tastes good?" He offered after a moment's consideration. He eyed her for a moment before his finger once again reached out to her cheek, the man purposefully spreading the batter now in three lines on one side of her face near her nose before replicating the gesture on the other side. "There, now you're one of us too." He commented, leaning back with a rather pleased look at those whiskers of sorts he had drawn upon her. Welp, that made her his now right? He seemed to think so. "It's too bad, you would have been a cute cat."