Those introspective emerald eyes traced over the unanticipated facets of Tobias' rather dapper costume. Were it not for the boy's peculiarities, it almost fit him better than the clothing he usually tolerated. Raven herself was nothing short of lovely in that gown, strange as it was to view the woman in such a flowing article of clothing. Halloween, it seemed, had been embraced with particular gusto by his pack, Mira herself decked in that entrancingly short leather tunic of sorts, the very kind that might have coaxed his thoughts to more carnal considerations were it not for the presence of one spotted leotard child. Despite the hassle of the festivity, perhaps his pack needed this event, this moment to bond under the guise of mischievous fun. The very consideration coaxed the subtlest glimpses of an upward twitch to the corner of his often stoic features as Mira inquired of any future heists that she might be able to participate in, even if it was decidedly out of character for...well, whichever superheroine she clearly was. Such thoughts, however, were pulled from the forefront of his mind, as Maeve so shyly embraced the presence of his pack at large and thankfully, they too seemed equally as keen to welcome her amongst their ranks.

It was, however, the inquiry of his own costume that seemed to capture the intrigue of the group at large. After all, the Were-King was the only soul present that had merely failed to contemplate any true celebration of the evening. He hardly faulted Mira for her almost playful jab, that snort easily showing some level of amusement and yet, the last thing he anticipated was Tobias' clear effort to assist in his clear lack of a costume. That feathered hat was placed firmly upon his head, albeit slightly at a tilt. That declaration that he was a 'merry man' had to be the most ironic thing he'd ever heard, the man the very definition of all that was not merry. Maeve, however, seemed nothing short of thrilled, the girl near bouncing with excitement to the point that Tetradore almost felt guilty for even considering the return of the hat. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly as he reached up, fixing that hat to place it far more properly upon his head, all the while condemning himself to that fate of a 'Merry Man'. His eyebrow rose at Mira's insistence that the simple hat had, apparently, had transformed their mismatch group into something far more...well rounded. He was oblivious, at that moment, to just the fashion in which Maeve seemed to stare up at him with those lavender eyes of adoration, his attention far more directed to the decorations that still needed to be tended to before the Ark opened for the evening. Thank goodness Raven too seemed aware of his conundrum.

The last thing he anticipated, as he leaned against the banister of that platform, was for the sudden drawing of Mira's own sword, the metal making a noise as it was pulled from the sheath. His own emerald eyes widened ever so slightly, hardly expecting everyone to bring genuine weapons to their festivities. That expletive that usually would have fallen from his lips, however, was purposefully swallowed as he reached out to take that blade handed to him. Briefly, his gaze shifted down the tang of the blade, almost uncertain of what to do with what he certainly perceived as not safe, particularly with both Tobias and Maeve present. He remained largely silent as Raven begun to hand out those orders, the man only further adding his own suggestions as the crowd began to disperse. "Mira," He called to the woman as she began to move, leading Maeve by the hand. "The sheath for this, please." He commented, his head nodding towards the object hanging from her hip. It was only once it was tossed to him that Tetradore returned that blade to its rightful place, his emerald eyes slowly shifted towards Henry, the only one of the group not given an explicit job.

His emerald eyes skirted over his companion's bare chest and yet, his distinct lack of interest in the same gender only left him far more baffled as to what Henry was supposed to be. The man's explanation caused his eyebrow to raise as his arms crossed lackadaisically over his chest. "What, from that sex book?" He inquired, clearly skeptical of his Vector's outfit. Although he knew distinctly little of the series as a whole, he had been made vaguely aware of just how infamous it had come in the past few years. Frankly, he supposed, if it caught the intrigue of Henry's boyfriend, he was certainly not the man to judge. "Have fun with Sterling then, yeah?" At the very least, Tetradore saw no reason not to give his Vector his blessing, even if it was neither wanted nor asked for. Rather, Tetradore slowly turned towards the fighting ring, his gaze skirting over his packs current efforts to see to those final touches for Halloween. Perhaps they would get it all done in time after all.