A soft, barely audible breath of relief left the Were-King's lips at his sentencing. It wasn't as bad as he anticipated - being caged was more akin to a slap on the wrist, and both he and Risque knew it. This punishment was hardly for his benefit. Oh no, he was far more of a bystander, even despite the rough hand that grabbed him by the shoulder. Tetradore made no effort to fight the violent guiding, unlike his vector. The Alpha failed to even acknowledge Harley's outburst, though he wasn't the only one. Her question was one destined to go unanswered, her screaming only further assuring that very fact. Tetradore's feet dragged, forcing the vampire behind him to shove him out and into the hallway. God, Harley's voice was starting to get on his nerves. He could feel a headache beginning just behind his left temple as he was pushed towards the stairs that led to the cages below. Somewhere behind him, Tetradore could hear Harley failing, though all of her fight paled in comparison to the vice-like grip of the vampire that wrestled her. The racket of her kicking and clawing only lasted so long, however, before suddenly, an uneasy silence fell within the hallway, causing the Were-King to glance backward. A small frown tugged at the corners of his features as he watched the vampire lift the girl off of her feet, only to toss her unconscious form over his shoulder. At the very least, he supposed he didn't have to listen to her shouting any longer.

The emerald of his irises scanned over the cages they passed, the small group walking by Tetradore's enclosure at the epicenter of the basement - it's very placement entirely befitting Risque's prized pet. Still, Tetradore had come to find a sort of comfort within those concrete walls. At least, comparatively to the other places he had spent the night within Syn. Vaguely his gaze skirted over the meticulous jungle-like landscape, the man considering whether or not his jailer might consider it over the 'cage' he had been instructed to toss the pair into. Unfortunately, the vampire behind him was quick to steer him away from the enclosure and towards a large cage in clear view - surrounded by several smaller cages holding some of Risque's other, less than preferred felines. Tetradore paused at the door as the vampire behind him stepped up to undo the lock. "Get in." He growled at Tetradore. His eyes rolled as he stepped into the surprisingly room cage, only to turn and face his jailers. Harley's limp body was thrown into the cage with little regard for her welfare, leaving Tetradore to catch her unconscious figure in his arms before the door was shut with a firm, resounding thud. The lock was closed, the key fit inside only to turn and, on cue, a ripple of magic visibly spread across the bars before dissipating into thin air.

Slowly, Tetradore eased his Vector onto the ground as their undead escort turned, leaving the pair alone in the large underground warehouse. The Alpha stood up right, only to shrug from his shoulders the leather jacket he'd been wearing. He balled the supple material up just enough as he meandered toward the far corner, only to settle on the ground. His jacket was placed behind his head in a makeshift pillow in an effort to keep the silver from his skull. His arms crossed over his chest as the hispanic slumped against the bars with a soft yawn upon his lips. Around them, silence had once again befallen the warehouse, broken only by the shuffling of other animals within their own cages and the soft sleepy noises they made. They too, it seemed, had quite the same idea as Tetradore. His eyes fluttered closed, the Alpha more than willing to simply sleep the punishment away. For a while, he merely rested there peacefully, the quietness of the warehouse lulling him to a state of light rest. He hardly noticed the moment that consciousness returned to his Vector, nor did he notice her sudden efforts to stand.

It was the loud, abrupt rattling of the cage door that interrupted his once peaceful snooze, the emerald of his eyes fluttered open, the vibrations of the shaking metal reverberated even into his makeshift pillow. A visible frown crossed his features as he eyed Harely's back for a moment, only to reposition himself so that his head was turned away from her. His brows furrowed at the sound or Harley's overly loud voice - the very sound only seemed to bring about that threatening headache all over again. God, she was fucking annoying. Maybe that was Tetradore's true punishment. Several of the creatures surrounding them seemed equally as attentive to her sudden outburst as dozes of eyes turned in their direction. Harley's boot slammed into the cage door, sending the metal bars rattling all over again, the very sensation was...palpable to the Were-King, with his head leaning against them. "Stop it." He grumbled irritably at Harley, the emerald of his irises narrowed at her as he eyed the woman from his lackadaisical position upon the ground. She seemed to pivot in place, only to begin to pace within the cage. At the very least, he supposed, she wasn't rattling the bars anymore. This, this palpable restless energy, he could ignore. Tetradore's head leaned back against his jacket, his chin tilted upward ever so slightly as those bright emerald eyes fluttered closed once again. He had just managed to find a semi-comfortable position too before she had awoken.

The Alpha could hear the soft thud in the far corner of the cage, though he hardly moved. As long as she wasn't rattling the bars, he had little care for how Harley chose to occupy her time. It was only the harshness of her tone that caused his gaze to flicker open. He hardly had a chance to respond, however, before she insisted, probably more to herself, that there had to be a way out. An audible yawn left his lips as he slumped down further. "There isn't. All Were cages are spelled to block the use of power from anyone inside of it. The bars can't be broken from inside...the only way out is if someone out there lets us out." He nodded briefly towards the area beyond the cage. Risque had learned long ago of the need to ensure their kind couldn't use their abilities in punishments such as this. Harley was certainly not the first with an ability that might aid her escape. Tetradore, however, was hardly concerned. Matteo, he knew, would show up well before he starved to death, not that he suspected it would ever come to that anyways.