Arya was not uncomfortable with Matteo's flirtatious, exuberant behavior. His brand of flirting was gentle and refreshing, on a complete different spectrum when compared to men's definition of flirting today. It was endearing and, coupled with his good looks, she could see how easy it would be to be swept up and fall for the charming Fae. He was quite unlike anyone she had ever met in her life. The young woman had a general understanding of Fae demeanor from sparse interactions with them; they tended to be naturally spirited and alluring. Yet the Frenchman took everything she knew and doubled, no, tripled it, causing the questioning glance to Tetradore, because surely he could not have this amount of energy always. And yet the subtle nod in return by the other Were confirmed that Matteo was always full of this same zest. The edges of her lips twitched ever so slightly into a smile as she thought about just how differently this interaction would have gone with out Matteo around, how much more quiet it would have been and perhaps one sided conversation wise with only Tetradore. Not that she would have minded the different pace the night would have taken with only the other Were around, but it was certainly apparent the effect the Fae had.

The were seal was lucky a punch to the face was the only thing inflicted upon her truthfully. If it came to a fight or life or death situation Arya had no way of protecting herself. If an individual was able to slip passed her hold on their emotions or simply have intent to hurt or kill her in the first place, she was a small girl left with no secondary power to protect her, and even in her alternative form seals weren't exactly the most well equipped to defend themselves; flippers and a round, pudgy body making her slow and useless on land to do much of anything. It's why she didn't make a habit of traversing in the night, she had faith in her power to diffuse situations but tonight had been a good reminder that it was still incredibly dangerous and not a sure bet. In the back of her mind she always knew if she ran into a dark hunter she'd be turned into a seal fur coat or a tasty snack to a particularly hungry vampire. She shouldn't truly be living on her own, but that thought had never crossed her mind. "I don't think i've ever been punched before," she mused aloud after Tetradore's comment. She had always gotten along with everyone she met, even without her talent for influencing their emotions towards her, and with no siblings there was never a time she had been struck. Arya was tougher than she or anyone would truly realize. The young brunette snorted at Matteo's insinuation that she was a damsel in distress they had swooped in to so gallantly save. "If you call coming in after this 'damsel' had taken care of the situation rescuing then yes, lets go with that," she quipped with a grin, perhaps taking them by surprise by the sudden cheeky words. She always surprised her friends when her sweet demeanor suddenly shifted so something with a little more sass, but, despite having just met them both, she found herself comfortable enough around both men to do so.

The talk of paperwork was not exciting. She quietly sympathized with Tetradore has he accepted he'd get around to signing everything the Fae had brought for him to sign. Arya could understand how awful paperwork could be, there was more of it than one would think being an aquarist; it was definitely not one of the most enjoyable aspects of her job. The seal was glad when the conversation shifted to her were form and away from anything that would remind her of work and possibly bring her worries back. "I haven't been back to Scotland to visit family since I was little, but it is one of the most beautiful places on this earth. I might need to refresh my Gaelic before I plan a trip back anytime soon though," she said with light laughter. She shared Matteo's admiration for the country her birth parents were from, but for her it would always be special; though she was not born there Scotland was a second home, and some days it called for her to return. She couldn't help the sudden bubbling laughter that broke out as Tetradore threw the ice at Matteo. Truthfully he deserved it, and she knew it was all in good fun so she wasn't worried about his outburst about the temperature. They were quite like brothers, she could never imagine how close they truly were, but in a moment like this she could glimpse their bond. It made her wonder what it would be like to have a sister, or even a close friend like this.

She was glad when Tetradore spoke up and requested food, not leaving her completely betrayed by her own stomach. She was, by now, only slightly surprised when Matteo gently offered his hand to her to lead her to the kitchen. Arya gently allowed him to lead her passed people to the kitchen. Her amber eyes couldn't help but wander as she glanced around and truly began to take note and wonder just what this place was."If you don't mind me asking, what is this place?" she inquired with a curious tilt of her head. Obviously it was a ship but there was a lot more to it than that, a bar and a kitchen with working staff in it. Did his pack live here? She was truly out of the loop of the Were world in Sacrosanct. She blinked in surprise when both men shared the same look between them as they insisted that this was tame compared. She listened quietly in shock as Matteo reminisced to Tetradore of a birthday. Her hands rested on her cheeks as the look of shock washed over her. "I'm so boring," she whispered in realization. Besides work she didn't have much of a life, she rarely if ever got out with friends to drink or do anything fun. She sighed and laughed lightly "I need to get out of the house more often."

Arya jumped slightly as Matteo exclaimed in french. She didn't understand what he was saying but she could tell he was complaining about the boxed pasta as he gestured at it and made a show of throwing it away. Amber eyes watched in amazement as he suddenly started grabbing ingredients and began to make the pasta himself. Her mouth watered, she couldn't remember the last time she had properly gotten to cook or had a cooked meal. His words broke her gaze as she watched him work, blinking at him slightly before registering what he had said. "No I moved here by myself for school and now work. My parents live several hours away with a couple of other wereseal families so it's just been me," she said, admitting this making her feel a twinge of desire to suddenly go home and see them, be around her kind again. She hadn't realized just how alone she'd been until now.