As a rule, Tetradore often opted out of elaborating in any detail upon his past. Even those good memories were layered with vile deeds and torment best left forgotten. His acquisition of the Ark was just another in a long line actions he chose not to dwell upon. The Alpha's emerald irises fluttered towards the woman across from the bar as she commented upon hard work paying off. Truly, he wondered if it was his work ethic or the simple amount of fear he was capable of instilling within others. Either way, he supposed it hardly mattered. Tetradore's broad shoulders lifted upwards in a vague sort of shrug. "I guess so." He uttered simply as he leaned comfortably back into the leather of that bar stool. The Were-King was hardly inclined to dwell upon that night he'd stolen the cargo ship from it's previous Alpha. Quite on the contrary, he was quick to change the topic to another matter that had lingered upon the forefront of his mind for some time now - that attempted theft Raven had alluded to when Carolina had come asking for a job in the first place. Little, admittedly, went on within his ship without his knowledge. That she had both slipped into the Ark without his awareness and had also been dealt with without a single word reaching the Alpha had bothered him more than he cared to admit. His inquiry as to what she had been doing seemed to prompt a glimpse of anxiety within the woman beneath the heavyweight of his judgmental stare.

Her comment of a necklace, however, only further baffled the Were-King on why it had so caught Frost's interest. Admittedly it hardly mattered now when the two men had already put behind them the contention that had existed between them and yet...still, he was curious. Inquisitively, Tetradore inquired after why Frost had desired that amulet and yet, after a long moment of consideration, Carolina merely shook her head in retort. A small frown tugged at the corner of his features though he was hardly surprised by her answer. After all, if she had merely been hired to acquire that necklace, it was unlikely Frost would tell her it's true value to him. Such would only be a decidedly poor business decision, after all. "I see..." He commented softly in consideration and yet, Tetradore suspected that, with what he knew of Frost, the draft horse was unlikely to call it 'even' in any way. It was that, however, that prompted a follow-up inquiry of whether or not she had seen the steed again since her return to the city. After all, he was curious about just how...loyal she intended to be to his own pack. Though he held no immediate quarrel with Frost, and though he had cemented their alliance, there still existed some tenseness between the two packs that made him keen to keep his own members close at hand.

Tetradore watched as Carolina reached up, her fingers playing with a stray blonde strand and yet, the look within her eyes provided all the answer he needed, even before she spoke. That hardness to her gaze was one many of his own pack members held when dealing with the horse and yet, Tetradore could easily see past the steed's supposed sins. The two men, after all, held more in common than most were aware of. For a moment, Tetradore was silent as he considered her words - his emerald eyes briefly turned up towards the ceiling above him with its bright fluorescent lights. "What are your plans in the long term then...? Do you intend on leaving Sacrosanct again or....have you settled here?" He inquired after a long moment of silent, Tetradore's irises suddenly fluttered down back towards her before he added with a raised brow. "I just need to know if my offer to have you join our pack would be worth my while or not." He clarified, letting her consider just how deeply into the activities of the Ark and its inhabitants she wanted to get herself involved in.