Tetradore was hardly surprised by the blank look he was provided from his closet companion. Tobias had likely never contemplated marriage before he'd decided to propose the woman that was now his fiance. He hardly knew of the importance of that singular day to the fairer gender. That very day was, in turn, only of greater consequence because of the woman he was marrying, even if neither of the couple seemed quite aware of it yet. The Were-King knew well of Raven's history - she had shown it to him herself even if she spoke little of it. He doubted she too had never contemplated blissful marriage, much less finding a mate. It was of importance, at least to him, that on that singular day she at least be given the chance to feel like royalty, in her own way. It was with a resigned sort of sigh that Tetradore finally inquired if Tobias wanted Raven happy, that very concept seemed to register, slightly to the man, until the most peculiar of quandaries left his companion's lips. A brief glimpse of bewilderment crossed his features and yet, Tetradore was quick to recover, his gaze almost purposefully turned elsewhere at the very thought of all he'd hid from his companion of late.

His head shook ever so slightly, in response. "No." He replied bluntly, hardly perturbed that he might be forced to explain why. Tobias often failed to seek for those reasons, and as of such, Tetradore was spared from lying to his best of friends. Marriage, after all, was not an option he was afforded. Tying himself to a singular individual would only assure their demise in the months to come. Already, he was certain that Tobias' existence within his life would be used against him, he could hardly bear the thought of the leopard within her clutches. If his closest companion could prompt such intense urges to protect the man, he certainly was not prepared for the loss of someone he was intimate with. Not at her hands. He was almost thankful, really, when that conversation was so abruptly cut off short by the sound of the guard entering the bathroom, the very noise sent them both scrambling towards the stalls, even if it was surely a feeble effort to hide from the through watch of the security team's employees. Even Tetradore knew their discovery was inevitable, just as he too knew that they would be forced to fight, a concept he was entirely willing to embrace. The sound of Tobias' scramble quickly assured him the boy had taken care of the first guard, that warrior cry of the second immediately prompted action from Tetradore himself before the pair of men were both spread out unconscious on the linoleum floor of the bathroom.

Tobias' sudden suggestion to take the guard's outfits caused an almost contemplative glimpse upon the Were-King's features before the Alpha readily agreed, reaching down to undo the buttons of the guard's uniform. It hardly took long to disrobe either of the men, only for Tetradore to suggest the pair of bodies be deposited within the stall upon those very toilets they had attempted to hide on. At the very least, they would be less obvious should any other member of security wander into the bathroom. It hardly took long to discover those clothes were certainly not well tailored to either of the men's figures. Tobias was far too tall to properly fit in the clothes he was given while Tetradore was certainly more fit and lean then the stocky guard whose clothing he'd pilfered. His miffed declaration to 'shut up' only seemed to reward the man with an almost mischievous glimpse of Tobias' tongue, the very sight of which caused his emerald green eyes to roll as he shook his head, pivoting to head towards the door out of the bathroom. Tobias was quick to take the lead, however, at least, until the pair of men were approached by another guard. That demanding query on the state of the bathrooms prompted a gruff response from Tetradore. Thankfully, such was all the man seemed to need before they were instructed to finish closing the windows before they were allowed to return 'to the back'.

Tetradore's own head bobbed in ready agreement of that command he had little intention of carrying out, the Alpha merely waiting until the man had left before he assured his companion it would be dealt with later - his own attention focused primarily on those cars that were the very object of their fascination. He reached out for the door of the armored car, stepping over that velveteen rope meant to keep the public away from the vehicle. Those keys were easily found in the console of the vehicle, a fact that Tetradore was more than thankful for as he snatched them up, placing them in his pocket. Things were certainly going better then he hoped. At least, that was what he thought before the walkie-talkies on their belts crackled to life. The very radio was lifted swiftly from his own belt as Tetradore eyed it, contemplating whether or not he wished to respond. A soft sigh left his lips before Tetradore shrugged ever so slightly. His finger pressed the button on the side of the device as he attempted some sort of response, the very kind that prompted nothing but silence on the other end of the device. Was that....a good sign? His own gaze drifted towards the hallway, clearly anticipating something that...didn't quite come. They best not wait around for it.

He hardly paid any great attention to those words Tobias muttered over and over as Tetradore made his way towards the large roller door on the side of the building, his attention quickly directed to the box Tobias pointed out. That inquiry of blowing it up, however, was quickly shot down, if only for bringing about their very demise. Instead, Tetradore opened the lid of the circuit box, toying with several of those buttons before the door screeched open with painful sluggishness. If the sound did not give them away, the sure slowness that it crept open with would. Tetradore was quick to produce that set of keys, letting them dangle from his fingertips before he issued those very few rules he had for the boy - to go slow and to stop when he did less the vehicle rollover that precious Lamborghini. They were certainly not going to get another one like this. His emerald eyes were wholly intent upon the boy in front of him as Tobias attempted to repeat those instructions back, his own head bobbed firmly. That gleeful grin upon Tobias' lips only furthered that ever creeping sensation of dread within him and yet...what other option did he have?

Tetradore made his way towards the Lamborghini, fully ignoring the voice that echoed over the walkie-talkie. This was not something he intended to respond to. Tobias' sudden comment caused his own gaze to shift back towards his best friend, his own head bobbed firmly. "Hurry." He encouraged again, fishing those car keys from his pocket. With a beep of the key fob, the luxurious Diamante opened its gullwing doors, the Were-King slid into the bucket seat of the vehicle, closing the door beside him as he glanced over to the center console. For a moment, his emerald eyes simply stared at the red and black interface in front of him, utterly baffled. "What the fuck....?" He muttered to himself, his fingers briefly reached out to brush against the Italian colors. It was the roar of Tobias' vehicle that caused his attention to refocus, the lit up button on the top of the console immediately drew his attention. With a simple press, the vehicle roared to life beneath him, his hands easily settled on the steering wheel, clearly intending to move before his cell phone rang. A small scowl crossed his features as he shifted, pulling the device from his pocket only to see Tobias' name across the screen.

"What?" He uttered after pressing the green answer button. The sound of Tobias' voice caused his emerald eyes to roll, that soft sigh left his lips. "I know, what is it?" He inquired, placing his own phone between those....odd, colored marks on the center console as he shifted gears with a small flick of the switches on the steering wheel. That comment of the buttons on the vehicle prompted a small frown to his lips. "Do you see any lever or anything?" He inquired, glancing up in the rearview mirror at the large, revving car behind him. He watched as the windshield wipers sudden sweeping, only for the headlights to flash brightly, causing the Were-King to wince. "Jesus Christ." He complained loudly as the radio began to loudly stream music over the speaker. That battery ram only further instigated that very anxiety that already fluttered within the man, the last thing he wanted was for the ebony sports car to be on the other end of that. He was hardly prepared for the vehicle to lurch backward, the gear setting clearly found and yet, not quite set in the gear either wanted. A soft sigh left his lips at Tobias' declaration before he shook his head, choosing to not comment at all.

It was the sudden shift within the vehicle, however, that immediately drew his attention, the vehicle bearing down upon him, his own foot lifting abruptly from the break, only to slam into the gas in an effort to avoid the giant vehicle. This was exactly what he had been fearful of! "Fuck, Tobias!" He half shouted as that far more agile sports car zipped forward, it's tires screeching on the tiled floors as the car shot towards the roller door, quickly clearing it and putting a margin of distance between himself and his companion. He was thankful, at that moment, that the streets were empty, the vehicle sharply making the turn onto the roads, only to comfortably drop to an almost inconspicuous speed, were it not for the peculiar vehicle behind him. "Go slow, remember?" He reminded his companion over the phone, altogether antsy to get both cars back home before that theft was reported. Maybe they should take side streets...