For all that Tetradore had suffered, for all that he had endured, the man remained distinctly apathetic towards the fairer gender as a whole. Perhaps it was the memories of his own family that he still held, much less Matteo's own presence in his life throughout that tremulous time and yet, regardless of what it was, he was still capable of having some resemblance of a relationship with women, even if those more intimate desires had been all but stripped from him. His relationship with Samantha, after all, had mirrored that with Risque to some degree. Those sexual encounters were influenced by the woman's own needs, her affinity for emotions prompting those evenings only to leave the man feeling decidedly empty in the wake of all she too had stolen from him. He had done little to seek her out after she'd left him and had held even less interest in pursuing such intimacies in the aftermath of such. Still, he did hold some level of distinct care for Raven, even if it was far more of the brotherly sort of desire to see her happiness. She was, after all, his responsibility and too Tobias' own. Still, Tetradore offered the fae Frenchman some level of warning of the woman all the same, even if her moods were eternally vexing for him.

Tetradore hardly anticipated those sage words of advice he was given and yet, truthfully, he had already experienced that very thing Matteo spoke of within his own sibling. The amount of drama she had caused, the amount of hurt she had caused, the sheer thought of it all caused the corners of his features to twist in a slight frown. "If this is how all women are, I fear I have less interest in them." The man admitted with a distinct sort of bluntness. Maybe romance was not in the cards for him, not that he had ever anticipated any such life, to begin with. With thoughts of his sibling weighing heavily upon his mind, Tetradore found himself hardly receptive to that conversation of her chosen mate. The very mention of Frost coaxed a scowl on his features. Though it was nice, he supposed, to have someone support that treaty when he was certain a majority of his pack would not when they discovered that allegiance, he could hardly help the discord that Frost's name still managed to stir within him. Even he was entirely unable to pinpoint why he still held any hint of discontent towards the steed. After all, he'd finally met the man and found him to be likable, on some levels. Still, it was hardly fair that Frost continued to gain everything Tetradore wanted - from that freedom of his oppressors to that adoration of his sister and the watchful care of a legendary Dark Hunter. The were-King found himself not only jealous but too left wanting for that life Frost had carved out for himself.

Tetradore offered little more than a discontent sort of mutter and yet, he was hardly unaware of the value that this too would have for him. He hardly intended to rally Frost within his own fight for freedom and yet, he supposed that this new development only continued to secure the survival of his pack in the event of his death. Still, he was thankful that Matteo dropped that conversation at large, only to instead comment after that very affinity he had developed, one surely influenced by the Frenchman's involvement in his life. That jovialness that seemed to affect the elder man prompted a chuckle within Tetradore as he so teasingly shoved his companion. He had, admittedly, been rather proud of that affinity he had developed. The boy was, perhaps, a bit eager to show it off to the fae, even if he hardly intended to admit it out loud. He was hardly perturbed by Matteo's sudden disappearance as Tetradore placed his own glass upon that coffee table. He rose, his emerald eyes easily finding the man and yet, he hardly had the moment to voice his own limitation before that ball was tossed to the opposite end of the suite, giving him distinctly little time to react.

Those shadows raced from the corners of the room towards the were-King at his beckoning, his own figure quickly enveloped in that darkness only for the man to reappear with back to the wall, catching that ball just moments before it hit the ground. He had hardly perfected the more meticulous aspects of his affinity, his emerald eyes rose towards Matteo as the man seemed to eye him with clear consideration. He could hardly help the fashion that he nibbled on his bottom lip as even Matteo admitted that such a skill was far from perfect, a fact Tetradore knew well and yet, he found himself oddly nervous for the fellow's judgment upon that gift. His head bobbed in agreement at Matteo's conclusion of those shadows and yet, it was that name of what he was that truly pulled his attention. "Shadow jumper?" He commented with a hint of curiosity. So that's what he was. Matteo had met others like him? That sudden inquiry of his own affinity, however, pulled the man from those internal considerations as he admitted to those very things he had, at least thus far, found himself capable of doing.

Moving that car had taken time, and effort, if only for the sheer size of it. Other people were far easier in comparison, even despite the distinct complexity of their matter. It was, however, the distance that Tetradore had found himself wholly uncertain of. After all, he'd never had any great need to step outside of the city and thus, had held little interest in exploring the world that now was open to him, even if his freedom was not. That French accent upon Matteo's lips was decidedly strong at the elder fae's declaration and yet, it served to prompt a chuckle on his lips as he so sheepishly brought his own hand to rub at the back of his neck. It was an obvious use of his ability and yet, the simple foreignness of the world beyond that city made him hesitate all the same. Even so, Tetradore was altogether keen to admit that he still hardly compared to Matteo's own mastery of that affinity, even as he tossed the ball within his hands towards his desk.

Tetradore was hardly surprised, admittedly, Matteo's appearance but a moment's later on the edge of his desk, that ball balanced with distinct finesse. The fae Frenchman had always been quite the exhibitionist, this was surely just the latest in a line of many. Tetradore could hardly help the roll of his emerald eyes at that grandstanding though that action hardly lasted long before the man appeared directly in front of him. His bright green eyes met the silver-hue of his companion's and yet, Tetradore found himself regarding the fae with a hint of skepticism. After all, Matteo had two thousand years to perfect such an ability. Tetradore would surely have a fraction of that before his time on this earth was over. He shook his head ever so slightly and yet, any response he might have given the man was interrupted by the tossing of that ball back towards his own bed. Those shadows shifted towards the were-King, that action far faster now that he had anticipated that impending teleportation. That ball was caught with one hand, only for Tetradore to fall back on the edge of the bed, he was hardly as graceful as his companion with those intricacies of teleportation. After all, so far he had merely focused on teleporting into large areas - a garage, a meadow, the park, spaces where such care was hardly required.

His gaze turned back towards the pensive fae, only to be informed that Matteo was surely able to assist in the perfecting of that power. His head bobbed ever so slightly at Matteo's inquiry of those shadows and yet, Tetradore held every bit of faith within the elder fae. If Matteo said there was work to be done upon it, then surely he was right. His own gaze turned towards the sofa, contemplating that very space before the were-King nodded. Tetradore rose from his position, easily crossing the room towards his companion only for his hand to reach out towards the fae, that touch required for him to take his companion with him. Those shadows easily rushed towards him, enveloping the pair of men with ease only for the duo to reappear but seconds later standing upon the very cushions of that leather sofa. Surely that counted, right? Even if he was sure it wasn't quite what Matteo had wanted.