Trust was a delicate thing for the were-King, and rightly so. He had learned at a young age that there was naught a soul within that tremulous dance club that might provide the boy with even a hint of shelter from the vampire who had quite literally collared and caged him. Those months before Matteo had found him had been the loneliest of his life. By the time the Frenchman had found him, that faith in humanity as a whole had already been shattered. For months still, he had regarded the foreign fae with little more the wary suspicion. And when he finally did place his belief within the fae, he still held equal amounts of resentment at being left every single time. That invitation had come far too late, promised though it was. Even so, Tetradore no longer had that same engraved bonfire burning in his soul that he once had within his teenage years. He understood, logically, why that escape was far more feasible, now that his leash had lengthened enough not to be under her near constant surveillance. It hardly quelled those boyish feelings that so tugged at the back of his mind - those emotions of despondency, of fear, of excitement at finally being worth that risk, and of irritation that it was only once there was not a risk at all that he was given a glimpse of what he had so naively wanted for so long.

That tremulous ocean of emotions, however, was kept safely within the confines of his skull. His features so remained that very mirror of apathetic indifference. That stoicism he so wrapped himself within was but one of those few techniques he had to keep Risque at bay. It was the only way he had learned he might be capable of saving anyone he held any affections for - to pretend he hardly cared at all. It was a delicate balance within the panther, one that he hardly even realized he presented Matteo with now. It was that near insisting tone upon the Frenchman's lips that finally drew Tetradore from his thoughts, the Alpha entirely willing to reassure his companion that he was not only well aware of Matteo's capability to ensure that future remained set in stone, but too that he trusted the man would do so. After all, Matteo wouldn't risk Risque's wrath, would he? A small glimpse of annoyance tugged at the were-King's lips and yet, as quick as that thought came, so too was it squelched. Instead of dwelling upon those age-old issues of abandonment, the were-King instead agreed to that mock vacation in a wholly dismissing fashion, as if that holiday was nothing more than a mere stroll down the street.

He hardly expected that near lecture he received at his acceptance of that trip abroad, that insistence that he had to pack several sets of clothes brought a roll to the were-King's eyes. "God, all right, all right." He complained in that near exasperated fashion, only for his cheek to settle upon his hand in that almost bored fashion he so tended to do. He knew, perhaps as well as Matteo, that packing would likely be left until the absolute last moment. After all, to do so beforehand was to set himself up to hope for that very event and such was a thing he'd long since learned not to do, even with Matteo. As it was, Tetradore was almost quick to change the topic to something else entirely, the man willing enough to comment upon Matteo's son's wedding. That near pointed silence he was rewarded with caused his eyebrow to raise in an almost challenging fashion and yet, that silent war of wills was decidedly short-lived before Matteo picked up that line of conversation.

Tetradore hardly anticipated Matteo's meeting with Raven and yet, considering her friendship with Matteo's son, perhaps he should have. A soft snort left his nose at the Frenchman's comment that she hadn't seemed particularly fond of him. "Don't take it personally, she's not very fond of anyone but Tobias and constantly thinks the worst of the world." It was a simple fact, as far as Tetradore was concerned. Even he had not broken through those barriers, the girl still content to cast him in that villainy role at times. Hell, Matteo's very lifestyle alone would earn her disapproval. Tetradore sipped on that liquor of his own glass in an idle fashion as he listened to Matteo's comment upon Tobias' distinctly inquisitive nature, though he rewarded it with little more than a simple sound to indicate he was listening. That comment of his 'newest' friend, however, drew the were-King's gaze. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in confusion, only for that mention of a 'horse-boy' to clarify exactly who Matteo was speaking of.

Tetradore could hardly help the scoff on his lips, even in spite of that compliment he was afforded. That scowl upon his features surely only worsened with each additional syllable of just what Frost was going to become. The were had hinted of their shared past, of that bond they held and yet, at the end of the day, Frost had found shelter under the arms of someone who would go to the ends of the earth for him. He had gained his freedom, he had established his pack, he had found love, he had the only remnant of family Tetradore had, he had everything. Even though Tetradore hardly hated the were-steed, he couldn't deny to himself that he was envious. His voice was gruff when he responded and yet, it was hardly that distracted the man. "Congratulations to him." The feline muttered, even if his tone alone gave away how delicate of a topic Frost was for the man, even despite their peace treaty and their now talking terms. The might have been constituents, and indeed they might one day achieve some sort of status as family, and yet everything surrounding the fellow alpha was still so much of a mess.

It was the sudden appearance of that grin upon Matteo's features that plucked at the were-King's attention. That impishness to those silver eyes caused his own eyebrows to furrow with wariness. That sudden declaration of his affinity caused the corner of his lips to twitch ever so slightly. Tetradore was, admittedly, almost proud of that skill he had come to master in that short time away from Risque. That teasing tone and show of Matteo's tongue prompted Tetradore to reach out, his hand pushed Matteo's shoulder in a far more friendly fashion. "Oh shut up." He commented on that sheer notion that his newfound affinity for teleportation was him finally growing up. Of all the things!