Vehicles had been his weakness ever since he turned sixteen. It had been a particularly rough age, on the very cusp of adulthood, Risque had finally deemed him old enough for all she had in store for him. Though he was scarcely prepared that all the had come with such a decision, it was the fact that she let him behind the wheel of those luxury cars that had been his only saving grace. They had been something he had control over in a world full of chaos. It was the only thing that had made him feel powerful in a life he was eternally powerless. Frankly, he suspected that, of late, Mira had felt much the same. With her very core consisting of that deadly lava, with her body not even fully under her control, perhaps this might give her the same level of reprieve that it had once given him. At the very least, he was not ignorant of the joyous look that crossed her fair features, the very likes of which had been particularly rare within the young woman in their few encounters to date. It was peculiar how much he enjoyed that grin on her lips, how much he enjoyed making her happy.

That cheeky retort she provided him prompted a soft chuckle from the man though his attention hardly strayed far. He watched her as she tightly gripped that wheel, thoroughly enjoying the speed she had coaxed from the boat. With the wind streaming through her hair and that grin on her features. It was worth it, all of it. He was hardly oblivious to the way her body seemed to tense with concern as that boat was momentarily airborne, though Tetradore remained entirely silent both on his observations and the way the boat seemed to whine from that lack of water encouraging it onwards. That gravity quickly took hold of their boat, sending them back plummeting towards the water with spray in their wake. He watched her as her gaze seemed to wander from that navigation, only for her golden irises to briefly meet the emerald hue of his own. He was oblivious to the thoughts that rested on her mind, much less how very fitting that analogy of a phoenix might be for the man who had quite literally arisen from the ashes. A questioning glance crossed his features at the sheer look of contemplation upon Mira's own, only for her to provide him with an altogether curious question.

No one had ever asked him what he was thinking about. His very mind was the only fortress he had left and he had guarded it fiercely well. That very nature of that question so clearly caught the man off guard. "I was thinking how happy you look driving the boat....and how beautiful you are when you actually smile," Tetradore admitted with only a brief hesitation, after all, why bother lying to her? He was, admittedly, hardly the shy type, having long ago learned that life was too short to leave important things left unsaid. Unfortunately, however, he hardly left her time to respond before the view of that boat appeared on the horizon, the very one that they were traveling to. Tetradore stood rather abruptly, shifting back towards the young woman at the wheel as he commanded Mira to slow. After all, though she seemed to be enjoying herself tremendously, that boat had been taken with a rather distinct purpose. Maybe later he'd present her with little but the open ocean before her and give her free range of those seas. One day. When those businesses didn't require tending to and there weren't egos to shatter and threats to make.

Mira's sudden comment on her inability to park that boat drew Tetradore from those inner thoughts, prompting the were-King into action. He easily slid into that position at the helm, his hands taking the wheel from her. He reduced that speed with smooth ease, placing that boat with meticulous care to ensure those anchor lines didn't get tangled. It was only once he was sure of his placement that he dropped that anchor, careful to let it drag just a bit to find perch on the seafloor, that very length so carefully considered. He was inattentive, at that moment, to the way Mira's attention seemed to linger on that cool, calm exterior he presented the world at large. It was a facade well-honed over the years, that anxiety so rarely showing through his features, thanks entirely to his childhood. It was only once Tetradore was sure that the anchor was secure that he shut off the engine, leaving the helm to retrieve those bags he had placed on board when she had found him half an hour earlier. One was easily tossed over his shoulder before Tetradore closed the distance between the pair, offering her not only the bag but also a rather loose plan for the events on that boat.

Tetradore knew well their attention would be wholly focused upon him on that boat. It was far easier to use Mira as a decoy to see to those bombs then it was to place them himself, teleportation and all. Thankfully, she hardly seemed opposed to the idea, willing to use that perceived weakness of her gender to their advantage. That gentle musing prompted a small twitch at the corner of his lips. "I am hoping not." He admitted. That sudden soft utterance upon her lips, however, saw the Alpha pause with a brief glimpse of inquisitiveness upon his features. He watched her as she moved closer towards his figure, not quite reaching for that outstretched hand. Her very steps seem to hold a predatory grace, the kind of which made him uneasy, even if he hardly showed it. There were but mere inches between the pair by the time she paused, his emerald green eyes never once left her petite figure, only to meet the golden hue of her own irises. He could feel her breath against his skin as she leaned closer, a part of him innately aware of what was coming, his lips parted ever so slightly.

That kiss was far too fleeting, more so than Tetradore found himself surprised to discover he wanted. His lips pressed tenderly against her own in that brief reprieve, even if the rest of the man was incredibly still as if one singular movement might somehow break that delicate spell. He was aware of her fingers slipping into his own, soft and gentle against his calloused skin. That sweet show of affection ended in mere seconds as she pulled away, those Spanish words quietly slipping from her lips. His features were carefully poised, even if his thoughts were anything but. There was no doubt that he held a certain amount of attraction with the wolf. Though they had certainly teased that line before, she had been the first woman in some time to take that initial bold step forward to suggest that playful flirtation had the possibility of being anything more. He knew, naturally, that dating any woman was particularly dangerous, particularly for him but...was it so bad to consider it? At the very least, that wolf within Mira left her blissfully free from the hold of his mistress. Those emerald eyes fluttered downwards towards that small, tantalizing simper on those lips he had only just kissed as if encouraging those desires for more.

That invitation interrupted the were-King's thoughts, reminding him of that task that lay before him. His gaze shifted from her to the ship, only to turn back to that woman beside him. Right...them. First, Tetradore would deal with them and then, perhaps he could enjoy coaxing more from her. Hardly a syllable left his lips as those he called to that affinity, prompting those shadows to race to their figures. In but mere seconds, those shadows vanished, leaving the pair on the dock of 'My Way'. Tetradore could hear the voices of his customer just below deck, the helm of that boat blissfully empty as she laid anchored to the ocean shore. They probably thought they were safe out here to relish in their victories. "This way." He muttered, leading the way down towards the hull below, that duffle bag still tossed over his shoulder. His steps seemed to echo across that finished wood flooring, prompting a sudden silence from the men below at the realization that not only was someone on board but also that they were all downstairs. Tetradore descended with a predatory ease into that lounge, hardly perturbed by the men and their female....associates, for lack of a better word. "Good evening, Ethan." That baritone voice rumbled as he glanced at the table beside that mortal man who led that group of thugs. "I see you've been enjoying your product." He commented, glancing towards those thin white lines of powder. "I assume you haven't yet realized some of it is missing." He cut quite quickly to the chase, hardly allowing any of them at hand to wonder just whom Mira was, pleasantries, apparently, were not his forte when his thoughts and desires were distinctly elsewhere.

At the very least, Risque had trained him to be effective. The comment alone seemed to prompt an outburst of activity. He heard Ethan's roar of anger before barking out for one of his goons to promptly hurry to count that shipment in order to ensure the were-King wasn't bluffing. He heard that very call for weapons as those cursed words were all but spat at him and yet, Tetradore remained as unflappable as he always seemed to be, merely waiting till they had confirmed his declaration before those true negotiations could begin.