A visible frown tugged at the corners of his lips, his brows furrowed as he truly considered the best way to answer what he was certain was a rather stupid question. What did that even mean - what was it like? Their pack wasn't special and without being a were, it was unlikely for Mira's sister to truly comprehend what pack life consisted of. Still, it was obvious the fondness that Mira held for the girl and that warranted some level of...niceness from the usually stoic man. "It's...very....loud." He answered concisely after some measure of thought. Tetradore made little effort to expand upon his explanation, the striking hue of his gaze instead swept over the facade of Mira's childhood home, even in its dilapidated state. He was scarcely in a position to judge it, not when his childhood compound was little more than ash and blackened timbers. Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by the bubbly young girl beside him, Clara undaunted by his succinct nature as query after query spilled from her lips. He was decidedly careful, however, as he explained his own businesses - the illicit nature of his streams of income were so purposefully left out even as he provided Mira with an equally as easy explanation of her own employment.

A small movement beside him drew the weight of the Alpha's gaze, his eyes briefly met his girlfriend's own as her head dipped in a tiny nod of approval. He was unprepared for his rather flat explanation of the Ark and life within the metropolis of Sacrosanct to garner such delight from the teenager, her gaze turning upward towards the pair of Were's with glistening eyes filled with idle daydreams of a life far more glamorous than the one she lived. It was Mira, this time, that made an effort to answer her query. The she-wolf was quick to agree to the notion of a trip - even if it was not exactly to the Ark. Still...Tetradore was willing to make exceptions...for family, not that it seemed he needed to with Mira's quickly thought out promise of a plan. The Were-King's brow slowly arched upwards as the young woman seemed to explode with excitement of the vacation to the metropolis, the very sort of which Tetradore fully expected her to demand Mira see through. Still...it might be good for his girlfriend to have her family near. Maybe he'd have to see about getting a hotel suite for the two women for a week downtown. His 'sibling' surely had the connections to make it happen.

Those thoughts, however, were interrupted as the girl turned back towards him, only to gesture towards the Lamborghini behind them. Briefly, Tetradore glanced over his shoulder before his head dipped in a nod. "Just don't sit on it." He responded, though those words seemed all but lost to Clara as she turned on her heels to bound towards the sleek sports car. Tetradore trailed behind Mira as they stepped into the quaint little home, the savory scents of some home cooked meal filled the empty living room. Curious. Admittedly, Tetradore had almost expected Mira's father to make more of an effort to meet him rather than to look on from afar, particularly when he was a stranger with the man's daughter. Still, the tales Mira told of him did suggest he was quite the coward...perhaps he was rightly ashamed that his actions had brought them here in the first place. The pair weren't left alone in the living room for long, however, before a shorter, elderly woman scurried into the room.

The bright emerald of his gaze shifted towards Mira beside him at the solemn sound of the woman's thickly accented voice, only to note the almost playful grin spread across his girlfriend's features. Whatever this was, it seemed, was not cause for alarm. Tetradore shoved his hands within his pockets, a soft inhale left his nose as the silent Alpha merely observed the interaction between what he assumed was grandmother and granddaughter. That comment of his weight however, was the very last thing that he had expected. Between Matteo's cooking and Risque's occasional efforts to starve him to maintain what she deemed an optimal figure, Tetradore had never before been deemed too skinny. That expectant weight of the elderly woman's eyes upon him caused his attention to turn back towards Mira, the man wholly uncertain of what was expected of him. "Uh...??" His voice trailed off, the man hoping futilely for Mira's interjection. Fortunately, her grandmother didn't seem inclined to wait long for him before she informed them both of an impending dinner before disappearing back into the kitchen as abruptly as she had arrived.

That soft laughter upon Mira's lips prompted a small, weak simper from the Were-King. Truthfully, Tetradore was glad that her sentimentality had not been marred by what had occurred to her here...or by what was still taking place. "Good food takes time." The Alpha responded, entirely aware of how many hours Matteo had happily spent in front of his own stove before any feast was presented to the family at large. It was Mira's insistence that she had anticipated worse, however, that brought her father to the forefront of the Alpha's mind all over again. Had she also expected more of the man? His smile vanished with a small press of his lips, a soft grunt echoed from the man in response to his girlfriend's idle chatter of her grandmother's apparent views on their bodies, the elder women's perceptions a mere trifle to the Were-King. Now, unfortunately, hardly seemed like the best time to bring up his thoughts, particularly when Mira was itching to explore her childhood home all over again. Tetradore, instead, gestured towards the hallway that led further into the home, fully allowing Mira to take lead. "After you."

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know