There was certainly no denying that Tobias was an entirely peculiar soul. His thought process was entirely unique, and yet, in spite of all of this, Tetraddore never lost faith in the capabilities of his closest companion. He knew well that beneath that complex layer of insanity was a rare level of intelligence just waiting to indulge in those challenges given to him, provided the right level of encouragement existed. He had little doubt that his best friend would achieve that task he had given himself, Tetradore's only goal was to provide the best sort of distraction he could - a task that was relatively easy considering how intent Christian was on providing that unwanted advice. He was almost grateful, really, when Tobias suddenly announced his desire for fish cakes, as much as it seemed to annoy the business tycoon. The Alpha easily led the pair away from the gentleman, only to turn his attention confidently towards his Beta. He was hardly surprised as Tobias produced those keys, the were-King content to comment on the terribly tacky keychain a fixed to that wireless key. Tobias' snickering chuckles prompted a small hint of a simper upon his own features at their shared amusement.

The rest of that evening went by quickly enough, the were-King almost antsy for the completion of that event, even if he exuded a sort of tranquil indifference. He could hardly help that relief that filled him at that final announcement that the evening was over. It was time. He watched as that security team moved into action, quickly beginning to effectively clear out the event hall. Although they were hardly a concern, his teleportation near guaranteeing another point of entry if necessary, it would be far easier to simply remain inside and reserve the strength of that affinity for the offhand chance they might find a need for it later. Thankfully, Tobias was altogether quick to grasp that puzzle, waving the were-King to that very solution he unknowingly sought. The pair easily disappeared into the bathroom, unnoticed in that milling of people that waded towards the exit with the sluggishness of a snail. As it was, Tetradore was entirely content to settle against the counter of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Tobias fiddle with that suit in the large mirror in front of him. For several moments, the man was content to remain quiet before abruptly declaring that the boy would have to wear that outfit for far longer on his wedding day.

It was best, he was sure, for Tobias to begin getting used to that idea long before the day came. It would, at the very least, help that wedding to be less disastrous. He watched at Tobias' attention turned sharply towards him, eying him with a sort of weariness before inquiring after how long a day was. "All day is from the moment you woke up this evening to the moment you go to bed tonight." He responded flatly, purposefully specifying those times of day in order to ensure the boy didn't hold some ill-conceived notion that he could merely nap in the middle of that special day to get out of those stuffy clothing. His emerald eyes turned back towards that stall, those lips briefly pressed together before he continued on. "That day is the kind of day all girls dream about - marrying their prince charming. Raven will be dressed like the Princess she is, so you best look the part an be her Prince. You want her to be happy, don't you?" It was, perhaps, a childish outlook on weddings and why such suits were necessary, that experience he had in it coming only from his mother reading those fairy tales of Princes and Princesses to his sibling all those years ago. Still, given his 'relationships', if they could be called that, it was the best reason he could offer. Tobias, after all, cared for Raven - if it was for her, surely Tobias would agree to it, begrudgingly though it might be.

That topic changed abruptly towards those vehicles, though Tetradore was hardly surprised. Tobias was eternally a man of the present, that vehicle but moments from being theirs, if all went well. He paused, contemplating that inquiry before accepting it, to some degree, should Tobias avoid hitting anything. He eyed that ready grin and enthusiastic nod with a hint of suspicion, even as he inquired if Tobias knew the way back home. Unfortunately, he hardly had a chance to receive that answer before their hiding place was interrupted by guards. Tetradore was quick to join his companion in that stall, purposefully choosing one even further from the door than his companion. Shit. They were cornered. A small frown crossed his features as he contemplated that escape, only for that sudden attack to catch his attention. His eyebrow rose as he listened to Tobias attack the man with that toilet brush, only for the second guard to shout his battle cry. Well....it looks like this can't be helped. Those shadows rushed towards him as he was teleported to that stall before the guard, waiting till the last moment to all but throw his shoulder into the stall door, slamming it into the guard's face and, in turn, sending the man sprawled out onto the floor.

The men hardly stood over the fallen pair for long before Tobias' rather abrupt exclamation that they should take up jobs as security guards. As obscure as the wording was, Tetradore understood exactly what the deviant was suggesting, the man agreeing quite near promptly as he reached down to undress the poor security guard at his feet. The fellow was quickly relieved of his shirt, pants, and belt, till he too mirrored his companion, left with little but his underwear. Tetradore reached down, tucking his arms under the fellow armpits only to pull him across the bathroom floor and into his own cubicle, hopefully away from prying eyes. At the very least it might buy them time. Tetradore emerged from that cubicle only to reach for those pilfered clothes. He slid those jeans onto his fit figure, that belt required to keep them up around his thinner waist. He was only just beginning to fight with that jacket when Tobias' voice drew him from his goal. His gaze turned sharply at that declaration....only for the Alpha to roll his eyes at the realization of exactly what Tobias was unsure of. "You're too tall." He jested easily enough, only for Tobias' critical eye to turn on him.

That jacket, admittedly, was not well fitting, his companion's snicker only brought a huff to his lips. "Shut up." He muttered, plucking that baton and walkie-talkie off the countertop only to follow Tobias out of the bathroom. He hardly bothered even a glance at the security guard that approached them, purposefully making every effort to see like he belonged. "No, it's all clear." He responded, attempting to mimic that voice of the man he'd only but briefly heard before, on the offhand chance the man had known the two men they had replaced. His head bobbed at those instructions as if he had every intention of doing just that. Thankfully, the guard hardly seemed inclined to dilly dally as he headed towards the back. His gaze shifted briefly towards Tobias at the boy's inquiry. "I guess so....would make it not so obvious how we got in to steal the cars...." His voice trailed off before he shrugged. "Let's worry about the cars first and then see about the windows." After all, if the theft of the vehicles resulted in some sort of less than a stealthy tactic, then the windows were the least of their concerns.

He followed Tobias towards that military vehicle, the were-King hardly hesitating as he stepped over the rope that guarded it only to move towards the driver side door. The vehicle opened easily enough, prompting Tetradore to glance around the interior, only to spot those silver keys settled in the cup holder. How...convenient. He picked up those keys, only to glance at his companion at that inquiry. Tetradore easily followed his friend's gaze towards that large door on the side. It was likely their only option. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, before he could move towards that door, a gravely sound capture his attention, only for the voice to echo from their belts. "Damn it," Tetradore muttered, reaching down towards that radio. A singular glance was given towards Tobias before he shrugged, knowing well he couldn't ignore that inquiry. Answering would either buy them the time they needed or set off a plethora of alarms. Though, really, not answering did the same. He pressed the button on the walkie-talkie, pausing only to respond, "Uh...it's all secured." He responded, only to put that walkie-talkie back in his belt. "Come on, we have to hurry."

He approached the roller door, glancing around it only to find the control box Tobias pointed to. That was exactly what he was looking for. Tetradore moved towards the door, only for that inquiry of blowing it up. His head shook. "No, if you do that, you'll cause an electrical surge and it'll be stuck in the down position. Maybe after we leave." He responded, already working on opening the control box to view the switches inside. It hardly took long to find the one labeled open, that quick flick of the switch prompted the almost loud squeal of that door on the hinges, that metal moving far louder than he wanted it to. He grimaced and yet, said little of it before he fished those two sets of keys. "If I give you this, you have to go slow, you can't do any damage, you have to follow me to the Ark, and I swear to God Tobias if you scratch that Lamborghini....we're never going to find another one like it. You have to go slow and stop when I do, okay?" He commented, that firmness in his voice surely giving way his apprehension of that decision, even as the keys to that armored car dangled from his fingertips. It was time to put that trust to the test.