His arms crossed over his chest as Tetradore's emerald eyes stared at the man across from him. His own affinity for fear had coaxed a palpable level of anxiety within the fellow, that smell alone near poignant as that sweat poured in beads down the man's forehead. It was in moments such as this that the were-King was the very epitome of that cold-hearted man Risque had so molded him to be. Those apologies fell upon deaf ears, they, after all, would not return the money stolen from him, nor the products that had already been resold. Tetradore had no use for such lack of loyalty among that band of smugglers he headed. He felt that brush of Tobias' shoulder against his leg, his emerald eyes fluttered downwards towards the feline only to dart back upwards to the man he faced as the fellow uttered again those promises of that stealing never happening again. "That doesn't replace what you've already taken from me." The were-King retorted, that irritation quite clear within the depths of his baritone lyrics. He watched the man pale at the realization that Tetradore hardly intended to leave empty handed, in one fashion or another. It was only once the were-King had been promised at least a margin of all he had lost that he finally dismissed them, that flick of his wrist saw even Tobias scurry to his side.

That chuff that left his companion's lips drew his gaze down towards the spotted cat, that unspoken inquiry was well understood. His gaze shifted briefly towards the backs of those retreating men, only for the were-King to offer his companion a near subtle nod. That roar that echoed within that empty warehouse only seemed magnified by the space surrounding them, the sound alone near immediately pulled at the attention of Tetradore's own employees. He watched as the feline rushed forward in a clear attempt to chase, the sight alone prompted screaming as those men all but broke out in a dead dash for some perceived safety from the feline. He hardly had to wait long, however, before the figure of that spotted feline came loping back into that warehouse, only for that shift to change from leopard to man. That snickering laughter drew his attention back towards the leopard, that snickering laughter caused the corner of his own lips to twitch upwards ever so slightly. "I heard." He responded with a soft chuckle as Tobias saw to those clothes that had previously been abandoned on the floor.

He waited until the lanky deviant had dressed before the were-King turned to led the way towards that bright blue Lamborghini. Tetradore slid into his own seat, that key easily found the ignition as that sports car roared to life beneath his hands. A small quirk of his lip was all that was given as the boy beside him so attempted to mimic the purring noise of that vehicle. He begin to back that car out onto the road, his attention deviated only by that sound of his friend's voice. "Hopefully not," He assured his companion as the vehicle made that short trek down to the looming figure of the cargo ship in the distance. It hardly took long before the pair were pulling that blue sports car into the garage. Tetradore stepped from that vehicle, a small shrug upon his shoulders at that inquiry and yet, any further words he might have spoken on the topic were cut off short by the sudden presence of Tobias' fiance. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly in surprise at that sudden declaration that, this year, they were going to celebrate that Easter holiday.

His emerald eyes glanced towards his companion before another shrug crossed his shoulders, the were-King entirely content to simply follow the bouncing young woman into the kitchen. His gaze shifted over those mugs on the counter, those emerald eyes taking in the sight of that dyed water. It had been so long since Tetradore had partaken in those festivities. In fact, the last time he could remember dying Easter Eggs had been with his mother, all those years ago. He doubted even Tobias did not remember that bright Sunday morning when the two boys and Nadya had crowded around that kitchen dunking those eggs with his parent's overseeing the decidedly messy activity. A small frown marred his features at that memory, those thoughts interrupted only by that hard boiled egg handed to him. He glanced over those colors before him, only to delicately place his own egg in that blue colored mug. He poked at the edge of that egg, moving it about gently in that mug with the end of his own egg circle, only to find Tobias' tool held out to him.

A soft sigh settled on his lips as he took that offered too, the were-King worked to fish that egg from the red dye, only to present that now colored egg to the boy. He shifted back towards his own quickly darkening blue egg and yet, before he was able to fish his own egg from the depths of that dye, that abrupt movement at his side stole his attention. "Tobias." His voice quite near resembled that feline growl within that moment, that authority quite clear within his tone. "Spit it out." Wrestling food away from the man was nothing shy of a challenge, the man hardly astonished by that near rebellious gaze that he was offered. Tetradore evenly met his best friend's gaze, at least until that egg was spot back out onto the counter tops. He could hardly help that roll of his eyes before Tetradore turned his attention back to his egg, plucking it from the depths of that blue dye, the amount of time that egg had spent within that water was enough to turn it a blue so vibrant that it almost matched his own vehicle. For a moment, he eyed that egg, entirely pleased with just that color alone. "What happened to the glitter? Do they not have that anymore?" He spoke, his gaze turned expectantly towards Raven. Oh yes, he remembered well the mess he'd made with that sparkly dust in his youth. Apparently some eggs needed to be re-made.