Tetradore was hardly inattentive to the tension that existed between himself and the young woman across from him. They had, admittedly, started off on ill footing in the near dismissive manner she had once unknowingly regarded him. Since then, however, in the months that had followed, Carolina had found her place amongst the pack and his staff, the young woman never once again making any attempt again to question his own authority within the Ark and, in turn, Tetradore's disgruntlement had subsided. Now, however, his once intimidating demeanor had twisted into a glimpse of inquisitiveness. There were, after all, precious few within the Ark that had not thrown their allegiance to the pack, many of the staff simply choosing to live upon the boat themselves and, in turn, Carolina was something of an enigma. Nevertheless, Tetradore hardly hesitated to slide that white paper bag across the bar top towards her, the Alpha offering her those purchased sweets with the promise that she'd help him hide them from his own Beta and, thus, her own superior. He watched with a hint of a rare simper upon his features as she pulled out one of those still warm cookies, the delectable treat nibbled upon with clear delight as even she admitted that very few problems could not be solved with the perfect application of chocolate chips. A grin crossed his lips and yet, he could certainly not deny that it was a philosophy Tetradore himself frequently abided by.

Unfortunately, such a viewpoint on the importance of sweet chocolate morsels left the man often at a loss on how to keep them from being devoured quite before he was ready. His own plan to attach a waterproof safe to an anchor was, admittedly, overkill even for the Were-King himself. He was equally as unlikely to fetch such treats from the bottom of the ocean as he feared Tobias would be. Carolina, it seemed, shared the same sentiment. "Honestly, if I did that it'd probably be too much work to ever retrieve them." Tetradore lamented with a sigh. That plan was...sadly, too effective. Tetradore reached out for the bag of cookies, the man unable to simply sit by and watch as she consumed one of those treats. He plucked from its depths a cookie of his own as he leaned back into his seat, letting the conversation change with distinct ease towards Carolina herself and how she was fairing with her new job in the rowdy Ark. Tetradore himself knew first hand just how daunting the ship could be, the sheer amount of anticipation that filled the air the at nights when the testosterone ran rampant with the need to dominant in ways the were community alone so understood. Tetradore's own usurping had not gone without it's...difficulties in transitioning, the first month a veritable mess and yet, how far they had come since then. A small simper crossed his features as Carolina herself made the very same observation, prompting a small nod from the Were-King. "Yes, I suppose we have." He commented softly.

The abruptness of those genuine words caught Tetradore off guard, that gratitude hardly anticipated from the girl and yet, even he was will to admit, to himself, that it was appreciated. He was silent for a moment, however, contemplating that very theft that had originally brought her to the Ark's door all those years ago and what it too could mean for her long-term future within his cargo ship. Slowly, Tetradore leaned back within his seat in an altogether placid manner, the man briefly accepting her gratefulness, only to inquire in the next breath after that very event that he had been told so striking little about. He watched as her gaze turned upwards towards the balcony overhead, that soft sigh upon her lips caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly and yet, he remained silent as Carolina seemed to consider the words she offered him. Tetradore's head bobbed in understanding as the girl reached up to her own neck, her explanation, however, seemed to prompt another glimpse of consideration from the Were-King. Although he and the Southern Alpha were no longer at odds with one another, Tetradore could hardly stop his own inquisitiveness. "Do you know why he wanted it?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing in thought before a second question left his lips, the man nothing if not terribly forthcoming, particularly when it came to where the loyalties of his staff lay. "Have you seen him again, since you returned? Frost, I mean."