Tetradore's gaze skirted around the building, now that they had a plan on how to get into the military vehicle unnoticed, so too did they need a plan to get them out of the building they currently stood within. There had to be a shipping bay somewhere around there. With being on the inside, it would surely be easy to open it in order to drive that armored vehicle out onto the road. It was perhaps not the most thought out plan he'd ever had and yet, it seemed sensible enough, hopefully. The very sound of the announcer drew Tetradore's attention from his internal thoughts as the car show continued on. A small, compact little smart car was revealed next, that white cloth pulled off from it as if the vehicle was some great marvel to behold. Although Tetradore was hardly impressed in the slightest, he hadn't expected for Tobias to loudly vocalize those very thoughts that had danced across his mind, garnering the attention of the small gathering of elitists. His own fingers rose to rub his temples, entirely exasperated by his companion's demeanor when he had intended for them to fit in with that group.

It wasn't often, truly, that Tetradore particularly cared about conforming to any particular group. In fact, the only reason the were-King had given it any consideration now was for the simple fact that he wished to be entirely forgettable to the group at large. It made the theft that was to come far easier. Thankfully, the audience hardly seemed inclined to stare at them for very long, not when there was still an assortment of vehicles to be seen. In fact, the very next car seemed to draw the awe and amazement of the crowd at large, particularly when it was discovered that Lamborghini had crafted a hybrid vehicle. With specs like those, he doubted it drove like a hybrid in the least. Tetradore could hardly deny he was already considering getting his hands on that wheel, entirely inattentive to Tobias' theft of cutlery at the moment when there was such a beautiful sportscar to preoccupy the entirety of the man's thoughts. Those sharp edges, the sleek lines, the Italian car was everything he desired. With those plans already laid to steal the armored vehicle, it was only natural that this too would be apart of their heist, the Alpha already coming to this decision far before Tobias saw fit to mention desiring it himself.

It was a stroke of perhaps great luck that the very man who approached them happened to notice that gawking look of desire upon the two men's features. In truth, Tetradore would have been unlikely to warrant the fellow any real great attention if he did not start off that very conversation with the announcement that Tetradore's desired prize belonged to him. Well, for now at least. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to that blank stare that Tobias offered the man as he made some effort to shake the fellow's hand. That glimpse of confusion upon Christian's features was equally as anticipated. Most people tended to regard Tobias as if he was some rare specimen of an individual, or at least somehow mentally....special was the word he had heard used before. Thankfully, Christian seemed keen to turn his attention towards the were-King in turn. Tetradore presented him with an altogether rare smile, even if that gesture was hardly genuine in the slightest. His own hand fit easily within the man's own as they spoke briefly of the dashing silver vehicle and the very specifications that it bolstered. God, how he almost despised the man for having such a particularly rare vehicle. Tetradore could only imagine exactly how many of that concept car there was in the world but he was sure, presently anyways, that it was in the single digits. Frankly, he suspected Christian hardly appreciated it and what it was capable of.

That sudden abrupt declaration that the pair wished to buy Christian a drink entirely caught Tetradore off guard. It was unusual for Tobias to take an interest in entertaining another individual at all, and yet, that the man had declared such was a necessity clearly suggested he had some sort of plan, even if Tetradore was not presently privy to it. It was that simple knowledge of Tobias and how the boy operated and thought that prompted Tetradore to quite quickly take up that suggestion, without even a questioning glance provided to his closest companion. Christian, quite thankfully, seemed more than ecstatic to take them up on that very notion. Drinking, he suspected, was one of the man's preferred past times and, if it got them closer to that goal of securing that vehicle, Tetradore was more than willing to spend a few hundred dollars on ensuring the car's owner was so drunk that forming a coherent sentence was all but an impossibility. Tetradore gestured towards the bar in the corner, all too readily leading the rich gentleman towards it. It as only during that brief walk that Tobias offered him a glimpse of that plan and, in turn, Tetradore was more than willing to distract Christian as he settled on the barstool at the man's side.

Any attention Christian wished to bestow upon Tobias, however, was clearly lost upon the boy as his fingers trailed over the natural grain of the wooden bar. That idle inquiry of what was 'wrong' with him, however, was one Tetradore was quickly able to answer. Tobias was so often construed as somehow being mentally unfit that to provide that very diagnosis others often mused seemed quick to dispel any concerns Christian might have had. In truth, he was unsure as to what had 'broken' the man he treasured so greatly, much less whether or not it was a permanent feature to his demeanor. It hardly bothered him either way, he supposed, even as he nodded at that small compliment he was afforded for so 'looking after' his closest companion. It was only after two of those drinks had been placed an order for that Tetradore allowed his attention to focus upon the man's effort to discuss their business. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Christian's attention turned back towards Tobias, whatever mischief his Beta was up to was hidden well behind that blank stare he provided the fellow. Tetradore could hardly help that small twitch to his lips as Christian's gaze quickly retreated back to himself, if only for the benefit of complete sentences.

"My fleet has one ro-ro, five containers, two bulks and two reefers, at the moment," Tetradore answered at that very inquiry of those ships he owned. He had, of course, considered expanding that shipping fleet and yet, considering it was largely a front for the more illicit goods he helped smuggle, he hardly thought it was necessary. Even so, he listened with a wholly fascinated look in his features to that business advice he was given. Frankly, he suspected he dealt in far more money than Christian gave him credit for - as if he didn't have enough to purchase that vehicle. Why bother going through such effort when it was here for the taking? Regardless, he nodded eagerly, attempting to play off the fellow's clear egotistical nature whilst Tobias so fetched the keys they desired from Christian's pocket. His emerald eyes drifted from the aging businessman towards his companion, looking for that subtle nod that came but a few fleeting moments later. Frankly, he was grateful for Tobias' sudden announcement to get 'fish cakes' as the man abruptly rose. "Ah, I'm sorry Christian, he gets grumpy when he's hungry. Thank you for your time though, your advice was very....enlightening." He presented the man with a warm smile, the very kind he was sure Matteo would have applauded as he gave the fellow one final handshake. That simper, however, immediately fell from his features the very moment he turned his back upon Christian, leading the way away from the bar only to leave the fellow free to engage in another riveting conversation, he was sure.

His gaze turned expectantly upon Tobias the moment the pair were out of earshot from the bar, fully expecting those keys to be handed over. He was hardly disappointed at that ready grin and sing-song voice. The deviant dropping those keys from his sleeve only to place them in Tetradore's outstretched hand. "Of course he'd have some dumb keychain," Tetradore muttered, glancing at the keys within his palm before he, quite safely, tucked them away in the pocket of his dress pants. "Good job, Tobias." He continued in a brief glimpse of appraisal before his gaze turned back towards the announcer. Those final few cars were shown off, their specs rattled off in the same meticulous fashion as all the others and yet, no other vehicle managed to enrapture the were-King in quite the same fashion. The group was allowed some time to linger and further eye those vehicles before a more formal end was given towards that event. He too was aware of the security guards as they attempted to accompany the guests out of the facility, ensuring no one lingered behind unnoticed. Tobias' sudden announcement to go 'this' way, drew his attention, prompting a small nod from the man as Tetradore followed Tobias through that crowd and towards the bathroom's in the back of the building.

Truthfully, it was rather good luck to find that bathroom presently empty. That scowl upon Tobias' features caused Tetradore's own gaze to shift towards the mirror. "Really, you do realize you're going to have to wear one of those like...all day when you get married, right?" Tetradore inquired as Tobias near glared at his reflection. "You better get used to it." He warned the man as he leaned against the sink, his arms crossing over his chest. That sudden inquiry drew his emerald eyes towards his companion with a small frown. "You have to stay on the road if I let you drive, okay? And you can't hit any other cars or buildings or street signs or ANYTHING. Do you know how to get back to the Ark?" If he was going to let Tobias drive that military vehicle, there was absolutely no way he was driving the Lamborghini in front of him, the man certain Tobias would somehow forget to apply the break and destroy that pristine vehicle. Unfortunately, he hardly had a moment to hear Tobias response before the sudden sound of someone coming into the bathroom sent the pair of men scrambling. Tetradore was quick to follow Tobias' suit, jumping into the stall beside his closest companion. He could hear the guards moving ever closer towards their stalls, only for that shout to grab his attention. He could hear that whack of...something falling on the security guard's head before Tobias' own snicker of satisfaction.

He was, truly, unsurprised to hear that pounding of feet as the second guard rounded on Tobias. That very gift for teleportation was so utilized at that moment, the man reappearing in that stall on the opposite side of Tobias' own. He reached for the door, timing his movement with care before slamming it open and right into the face of the unsuspecting guard. The sheer force at which the man collided into the door sent him tumbling backward, clutching at his now bleeding nose. Tetradore easily reached down for the fallen bat, letting it swing in his hands. "Sorry." He uttered simply before it too collided with the fellow's skull, leaving him passed out on the tile. Well, that was easy. That sound of clapping prompted a grin on his features as he glanced back towards Tobias. The boy's sudden decision that they should take on new jobs saw his eyebrows raise. "Hm... that is quite the idea. Strip him, then stick him on the toilet so he isn't easily found." Tetradore commanded, already bending down to undress the poor fellow he'd knocked out but moments prior. A wardrobe change was in order - hopefully, these two hadn't been too close to the rest of the security guards for them to notice the switch.