Tetradore was oblivious, truly, to just how much of an enigma the were-King seemed to be to the populace at large. It was true that the man tended to keep to himself, much less that he had a habit of fostering that very reputation of fear he invoked in others. At the very least, it kept his operation running smoothly. Unlike most of his species, Tetradore was hardly the gossiping type. Oh no, he was far more inclined to keep those thoughts to himself, even with his own pack. Breaking through those mile high walls that surrounded the feline was quite a feit, one that would not be easily done through liquor and a game. Still, perhaps it was that very fact that made him all the more willing to participate in that drinking activity - that and the beverage itself. It seemed his latest admittance of never stepping foot within a grocery store was all but baffling and yet, truly, it wasn't as if he had ever had a need to. During his youth, he had spent time with aunts and uncles rather then visit that awful store, and then there was the whole life as a pet thing and now Tetradore merely paid others for that task he himself could not be bothered to do.

He watched as the young woman's lips parted to offer the next move in that game, only for the sound of the buzzer to interrupt her. His own emerald eyes immediately turned towards the oven as he watched the young woman stumble towards it, hitting the source of that aggravatingly persistent sound only to shut it off entirely. Thank God. Tetradore could hardly help the fashion in which he licked his lips as the young woman made her way towards that icing that he so intensely desired. That inquiry of weather or not they could eat cake, however, was met with a small shake of her head and a rather stern 'no'. Tetradore could hardly help that sigh upon his lips as he watched the woman with her spatula in hand. The icing that coated that plastic was all but tantalizing to the were. God, this was so unfair. Thankfully, she was willing to let him eat that cake...only after she had been given a candle. For a moment he considered that request only to nod after a long moment. He supposed it seemed fair...sort of.

Tetradore slid off of that counter, the were-King hunted through those drawers, pulling out each one only to rifle through it with little success. In fact, six of the drawers in the kitchen were left open until the man managed to find exactly what he was looking for. It wasn't exactly the sort of candle she desired, the candle in the shape of a number '2' but hey...it worked right? He placed that candle upon the top of that now iced cake, the man lighting it but moments after with the lighter he found in the same drawer. He watched her for a moment as she, in turn, stared at that candle. "Happy Birthday?" He uttered in an almost questioning tone, as if that alone would prompt her to blow out the candle. Thankfully, he hardly had to wait much longer before that wish was made and, in turn, a fork was handed to him. A grin crossed his features as Tetradore shoved his fork into a corner of the cake, only to put that treasured piece within his mouth. Oh, God, yes! The taste was delicious, the flavor of chocolate was intense, the icing.....oh the icing! "Mmmm." He could hardly help that sound from his lips, his emerald eyes turned upwards towards her as she leaned onto the counter top. "I can't say your wrong." Tetradore responded, sticking his fork into another bit of that cake. Oh yes, he was going to eat as much of this as he could before Tobias found it. It was almost way too good to share. Maybe it was the liquor? Or the liquor in the frosting? Either way, he was almost inclined to say it was better than what Raven made.