It wasn't often the thoughts that drifted across the were-King's mind were inquired upon in such a lackadaisical fashion. She was hardly pressuring, or demanding, simply...pondering. It was, perhaps that very mellow demeanor that she displayed that prompted Tetradore's lips to part to echo that thought that had struck him, that compliment quite clear caught her off guard in the same manner that her query had. A small smirk crossed Tetradore's features at that blank look she provided him, as if she was uncertain of what to do with his admiration. For a moment, he considered that, perhaps he had simply read the confines of their relationship wrong. Perhaps, that teasing undercurrent had not been there after all, not that it would surprise the were-King in the slightest. He had never been very good at detecting that interest others had within him - the man often keen to simply keep the world at large at an arm's length. In fact, he was almost thankful that the luxurious ivory yacht appeared upon the horizon, the very one that had prompted their diligent search in the first place. 'My Way' was anchored right off of the shore, the boat entirely unguarded, it's inhabitants clearly enjoying the full depths of their perceived victory within the hull of the ship. How he enjoyed ruining that.

His voice called out to the young woman at the helm as Tetradore moved to stand, encouraging her to slow the speed boat to provide them the chance for 'surprise', not that his client would likely notice even if they had zipped right by. Her admittance that she hardly knew how to stop the boat, however, quickly prompted Tetradore to take the wheel from her, the man masterfully slowed the boat to a sputter, carefully gauging the depth of the water they stood in before the anchor line was released, digging into the ground behind them as he carefully adjusted the smaller yacht parallel to the larger boat beside them. Although close enough for teleportation, he made every effort to ensure a suitable distance was placed between the two, careful to ensure those anchor lines did not find themselves entangled with one another. The last thing he needed was to create chaos on that boat only to find themselves stuck to them. It was only once he was assured the boat was properly anchored that he cut the engine, the keys placed in his pocket before the man moved purposefully around the boat, a duffle bag of explosives handed to Mira before he tossed the rest of that white, powdered product over his own shoulder. His emerald eyes briefly traced the silhouette of the ship before Tetradore glanced towards his companion, offering her some vague sort of plan.

A small smirk crossed his features at the notable mischief upon Mira's features, the girl entirely certain she was more than capable of playing arm candy. Of that, Tetradore had no doubt, she was, as he had recently informed her, certainly easy on the eyes. He hardly let his thoughts linger any further on the topic, however, as he reached out to offer her his hand, his affinity certainly ready to embrace them and whisk the pair over towards the luxurious boat awaiting their pillaging. He was hardly prepared for the pensive look upon her features as she stepped closer towards him with a feminine grace. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, Tetradore emerald gaze hardly drifted from her as her own golden eyes rose upwards to meet his. She paused but mere inches in front of him, so close within his reach. He didn't anticipate that sweet press of her lips against his. That soft tenderness, the sweet delicate taste of her against him as his lips parted. It was a fleeting sensation, one that ended far before he was ready for it to be as she pulled away from him. Those Spanish words were tantalizing in that low, teasing voice. God, it was so tempting to let the man on that boat go in favor of taking her down below.

He felt her hand slip into his own, clearly encouraging him onwards to take care of business. For a moment, his emerald eyes merely stared into the golden hue of her own, his features entirely apathetic even though his thoughts were anything but. How he wanted to press his lips back against her's, to take kisses from her that were far more fervent in nature! He'd like to peel those clothes from her feminine figure, he'd like....so much more from her. Instead, however, those shadows raced towards them, that power quickly enveloping them as he promised himself to take advantage of those desires after. Those shadows had quite become apart of the man by now, the were-King entirely used to that way his stomach seemed to flop as they vanished off of his yacht only to reappear on the deck of 'My Way'. Though Tetradore hardly required a moment to re-orientate himself, he remained still, entirely aware of Mira's figure leaning heavily against him in those moments after. It was a feeling he was surprised to find he hardly minded in the least. A small simper crossed his lips at her muttered words before the were-King nodded in agreement. "It is much better...sorry about that, by the way, I was slightly off then. I had meant to put us in the water but...." His voice trailed off only to shrug ever so slightly. He was still working on the intricacies of his teleportation.

Tetradore waited till she straightened, ensuring she was okay before he turned towards the stairs that led downwards and into the hull of the ship. He led Mira with a clear sense of purpose and confidence, the Alpha unconcerned for what lay ahead of him. He was hardly surprised by what he saw when he stepped into the room. The boat filled with scantily clad women, alcohol, and the very product Tetradore had shipped in from Columbia - or at least, some of it. His very presence seemed to immediately affect the atmosphere for the men, those scowls very much present even before he even spoke. The very mention of the missing product, however, seemed to prompt a flurry of activity as they rushed to validate his claims. One eyebrow rose as he watched the results of the count, his attention shifted only at the shift of one of the men. The gesture of that wave caused a frown to mar his features as he glanced behind him toward's Mira. He was hardly inattentive to that look on her features or that word whispered on her lips. It was curious, that sudden wave of possessiveness that ensnared the Alpha. It wasn't often he was so dominating of his pack members and yet, with her both being his and with his own desires for her in greater aspects, that very sensation attacked him intently.

He reached for her, his hand settled on her waist as his emerald eyes glared at the fellow who clearly knew her, his whole demeanor so meant to clearly mark out his own territory at that moment. "It's fine." He muttered softly to Mira under his breath, watching as the man counting the product turned towards Ethan with a small nod, confirming that which Tetradore had spoken. He watched as Ethan's attention turned back towards him, only to comment with clear annoyance 'What do you want?' . A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders. "The rest of what I am owed, and then you can have the rest of your coke." He shifted his shoulder ever so slightly, just enough to bring attention to the bag slung over it. 'What more? We agreed on 2 mil.' Tetradore scoffed at the number he was given his head shaking ever so slightly. "We agreed on 2.5. I can get the other five hundred thousand by selling this shit on the street myself, or you can give me what you owe me and be on your merry way." In this, Tetradore was unwilling to budge, hardly needing any further reason than to see to the man's downfall. After all, he had already shorted him and with that look the fellow beside him was giving Mira, Tetradore's mood was beginning to sour quickly.