That jesting pride to the young woman's tone merely caused the were-King to shake his head even more, though a warm simper had begun to creep across her features at the joy she took from that joke of her male suitors. Even despite how ecstatic the previously somber girl now clearly felt, Tetradore was more than willing to redirect her attention to a quandary that altogether vexed him - her eating habits. It was that which prompted the man to inquire after her ability to eat animal by products when meat was quite unexpectedly stolen from her at that transformation. Tetradore found himself considering his own life without some of those foods he so adored, the man voicing his thoughts of a life without them only to find the woman vehemently nodding in agreement. He could hardly help the chuckle that left his lips at that mention of 'taking her out' if those delicacies should ever disagree with her. "I promise." He offered almost solemnly, even though that simper still tugged at the corner of his lips. The alcohol was quite clearly beginning to work through his system, enough so that the man felt inclined to invite her to join the pack of predators, even if she quite quickly turned him down - a prospect he was terribly used to by now when it came to women, regardless of the offer.

His emerald eyes instead focused on that icing the young woman so strove to mix together, that melted chocolate mixed together with that whiskey to create a smell that was altogether heavenly. He watched as she continued to mix it only to stare at the contents with a hint of intense consideration, the were-King himself was entirely content to test that icing for her, sticking his finger into the mix only to bring a glob of it to his lips. Dear God, he was certain that he could eat a whole bowl of this melted chocolate combination! That approval left his lips before Tetradore slid off the countertops to fetch the cake from oven, placing it upon the stove to cool. He hated waiting for that cake to turn to an edible temperature, the man wholly desiring to consume it now. This is probably exactly why Raven had forbid them from stepping into that kitchen whilst she busied herself with those sweets. Tobias and himself would consume them fresh from the oven. It was lucky that Calliel was quick to distract him with the prospect of a game.

The rules seemed easy enough, even if Tetradore was certain that Calliel had done far more in her life to get her far more drunk then he would. His life was far darker and morbid than her own, activities that he suspected such a game would hardly consist of. Her insistence that he would keep her from doing anything 'stupid', however, was enough to prompt his eyebrow to raise with a hint of skepticism. After all, he was altogether certain he could feel that intoxicated touch of the liquor in his veins. That first admittance of never riding a roller coaster prompted a look of surprise upon his features that Tetradore certainly expected. "Are you now?" He inquired at Calliel's insistence to take him to a theme park, the likes of which he had never truly attended. "It sounds like it could be fun...I suppose." Tetradore commented with clear consideration. After all, he did enjoy the speed those sports cars could go, perhaps he would enjoy roller coasters. Frankly, it made him wonder if his best friend would enjoy it too.

He watched as her hand mimicked the way a roller coaster moved, only for the woman to turn her gaze rathe abruptly upon her with a clear glimpse of deliberation of that next inquiry. That comment of breaking a bone, however, caused his hand to raise to his jaw, rubbing against that skin. He knew exactly what it felt like to have that bone shatter, Risque's brother had quite near destroyed his jaw once upon a time. Healing had been difficult and painful, a memory that alone made him shudder. "You should keep it that way." He commented, bringing that glass to his lips.God that had been unpleasant. A soft breath of air left his lips as he changed his thoughts instead towards his own turn in this little game. "Hm...never have I ever....attended school." It was a basic thing - something most of the world did and yet, Risque had kidnapped him the very year he was meant to attend first grade. Everything he'd learned, everything he knew, had been picked up from various individuals that had fluttered through that dance club. He had been hungry for knowledge and, somehow, despite it all, he'd succeeded in some regard. At the very least, he was assured that this fact alone would cause the woman to drink.