That rosey hue upon the young woman's lips shouldn't have been surprising in the slightest. Matteo had an innate tendency to bring such a blushing pink to the cheeks of her fair gender with those gallant age-old ways. Tetradore had asked after it once, in his teenage years when escape from his imprisonment had been temporarily possible. He still remembered Matteo's assurance that the fairer kind, for all their desires of independence and self-sufficiency, they still desired to be treated like sweet, delicate roses - to be courted with the desire of gentleman from a romanticized time long past. How many hands had he kissed that night whilst the fae tried to teach him those very ways? Only for such a skill to go wholly unutilized ever again. Still, it had been a fun evening...compared to what all his others tended to consist of back then. He could hardly help that roll of his eyes in retort to Matteo's assurance that he still had some game - though, considering the man's latest story of his trip to Latin America, was there really any doubt? His emerald green eyes eyes but briefly met the chestnut brown hue of the young woman in front of him, that look hardly missed at all. His head bobbed ever so subtly, that very communication quite near wordless between the two were-creatures, even if he suspected the Frenchman was aware of it all the same.

Tetradore listened in silence as Matteo inquired after just what the woman was up to being out so late in such a shady part of town. His own hand shifted on the bag of ice, pulling it away ever so slightly to eye her cheek as she spoke of merely wandering in an effort to both clear her mind and to regain some of that exhaustion for sleep. Though Tetradore hardly sought to comment upon her attempts to push away those thoughts that weighed upon her mind, he understood well exactly how those very thoughts could plague her. His emerald eye briefly shifted towards his adoptive father at the man's purposefully vague wording. It was phrases like that which suggested Matteo had seen something in that future, even though he knew the man would say nothing of it. He eyed the fae for a moment and yet, he knew better by now than to press his adoptive father on what he was not sharing with the group at large. It would hardly convince him to do little more than offer more riddles. Rather, those vibrant eyes turned back towards the girl as she admitted that work had been...stressful of late. It made him wonder what she did.

It was, however, the mention of how distracting the pair of men could be, and too that punch that prompted a snort from the nose. "A punch to the face will certainly do that." His baritone voice muttered sardonically, even if there was a hint of amusement in the very depths of his voice. His attention was pulled away from the girl at Matteo's mention of paperwork, the sheer suggestion prompted a look of skepticism on his features. It was unlike Matteo to come for something a miniscule as paperwork. He didn't expect that sudden presence of that stack of paperwork Matteo produced from behind the bar, those papers landed with a thud on the bartop, prompting a small glimpse of annoyance at something so monotonous. Still, he knew it was necessary, he supposed. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he lifted that ice off of the young girl's cheek. "Fine...I'll sign it all tonight." He grumbled, less than thrilled.

He supposed, truly, that the were-King hardly should have been surprised as Matteo's antics suddenly turned on the Alpha himself. The Frenchman had always made some...bizarre effort to play wingman on those nights he took Tetradore out with some hope of catching the eye of some girl. This time, however, those very remarks were hardly helpful in the slightest, prompting a threat from his lips, even if it was presently empty. That tease prompted a shake of his head and yet, he was entirely used to Matteo's shenanigans by now. He watched as Matteo lifted himself onto that bar, only for Tetradore's attention to deviate entirely at Arya's admittance of what she was. The sheer rarity of it caused his eyebrow to raise, the Alpha hardly anticipated that brief history lesson on her origins. "Huh..." He commented simply in vague interest of that story of the Selkies. Tetradore's gaze slowly turned towards Matteo has he spoke of how 'in luck' she was to find herself in such a place, at least until the mention of his eyes. A scowl immediately crossed his features, that ice bag tossed within Matteo's direction, even though that toss hardly held any of the vengeance he was capable of mustering.

Tetradore's arms crossed over his chest in an almost moody pout, even despite the young woman's admittance that they were indeed 'nice'. Admittedly, Tetradore hardly expected that sudden suggestion of food, his body perked up at the very idea of it. "Mac and cheese." He all but demanded quite abruptly, turning on his heels with the intention of leading them to that industrial sized kitchen, the room far nicer than the current state of the bar. His gaze briefly darted over his shoulder at Arya's insistence that no one would believe the story of tonight if she told them and yet, even this prompted a certain level of dubiousness in the man. "Really? This is......tame in comparison to some nights we've had..." He continued, that glimpse of his own mischievousness was rare and yet, for that singular fleeting moment, it was there all the same.