Tetradore was altogether certain that the shocked look on Calliel's face was one mirrored upon his own at that moment. He had hardly expected to find Calliel within his bedroom when he awoke and yet, now that she was here with a gift of muffins, he found he was hardly perturbed as he might have been otherwise. Truthfully, waking to find someone in his room that, when he fell asleep, hadn't been there, was not the most peculiar thing. Tobias himself tended to wander in and out as he saw fit, with or without the were-King's permission. It took him a moment to chase the sleep from his mind, and too his mostly unclothed figure as he shifted towards the edge of his bed. His hand ran through those dark unruly locks and yet, before he could utter much a word at all, a muffin was shoved within his general direction, prompting a small twitch of his nose and a grumble of his stomach. It was, however, the mention of alcohol as a special ingredient that seemed to baffle Tetradore the most. He had hardly forgotten the night they'd met or the birthday cake they had bake Calliel but this...was distinctly different. This was a muffin, not a cake. Her gentle reminder only caused his head to shake ever so slightly. "Yeah, in frosting." He declare, certain that baking it inside the cake was....somehow different.

Despite this, Tetradore peeled the wrapper from the edge of the muffin, curious of how that alcohol soaked muffin might taste. There was a glimpse of suspicion on his features as he eyed that unwrapped muffin, as if he was somehow unsure of it before he finally brought it to his lips to take a bite. A soft sound of approval left his lips as he treasured that chocolatey flavor upon his tongue. God, he adored having muffins to wake up to. They were always something different, a flavor he never would have had otherwise, something inventive that allowed the were-King to remain settled in the sanctuary of his room just a little longer. Of late, it was something he had come to appreciate. His emerald eyes turned upwards towards her as she gave him a small grin, only to, suddenly move to close the distance between them. He watched her as she tentatively settled on the edge of his bed, her gaze almost purposefully pointed towards the floor. Her inquiry of explaining herself, however, prompted little more than a blank look from the man as Tetradore inquired as to why she would have to do such a thing in the first place. For a moment, as he took another bite of that muffin, the King's vibrant irises met that confused stare he was presented with.

Her almost hesitant inquiry caused his head to tilt ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he considered that question with the way she worded it. It was almost amusing, really, that she considered this his most vulnerable state. She had no idea. A small grin tugged at the corner of his features before he shook his head ever so slightly. "It's not the weirdest thing I've ever woken up to." He admitted with a shrug. "In fact....I think it might be one of the best..." Tetradore added after some consideration. After all, a muffin was...delicious. It didn't attack him or hurt him or demand anything from him. It was just....there....waiting for him. He picked up another muffin from that basket, handing her one at that small gesture before Tetradore fell back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling whilst he nibbled on his own muffin in his hand. He was entirely unaware of the studious fashion in which Calliel had watched him the moment he'd risen from that perturbed sleep.

It was only the sound of her voice that drew Tetradore's gaze back towards her. That teasing tone to her voice, however, hardly masked the inquiry that laid beneath those carefully construed words. For a moment, he eyed her, as if considering what he wished to admit to the woman, at least, until his head fell back on that bed. "Yeah, it is." He commented simply in response to how particularly comfortable those sheets were. How long had it been now since he'd even had a woman sitting on his bed? His head shook ever so slightly, pushing those thoughts away before a hand rose to gently wave off her concern. "Everything's fine. I just didn't get much sleep." He admitted with a yawn on his lips. "You'd be surprised how busy things can get with the Ark and the fighting ring and...my other businesses." It wasn't entirely a lie, and yet, not entirely the truth either. Tetradore was a busy man at times, and yet the stress that came associated with it was not what kept him awake at night either. That was a secret Tetradore guarded closely, if not for the way it would change how they all looked at him, but also in an attempt to keep them safe from the demons that haunted him.