The last thing Tetradore had anticipated to find within the depths of Isolt's bar was a fae child associating with a woman he had met but recently. It was a peculiar pairing, to say the least, and yet he was hardly one to dwell upon it as he greeted the young woman. He was oblivious, prior to that moment, of the way the girl stared at him with such awe until the weight of those vibrant irises turned fully upon her. Tetradore watched as she tucked her pale locks behind her pointed ears, that soft pink flush to her cheeks made his eyebrow furrow ever so slightly in consideration before a warm simper lit up her girlish features. Briefly, his gaze fluttered towards Arya, that teasing apparently provoking a similar hue to the woman's equally as pale cheeks. It would seem his presence caused quite a reaction within them both. A soft chuckle left his own lips as he leaned against the bar, listening to the young child's melodic voice as she insisted that Arya was hardly a bother at all. That rare glimpse of a simper traced his own features as Tetradore slowly nodded in agreement. "I like her too, but you can't tell her, it's a secret." He provided the small girl with an almost playful wink before his emerald eyes skirted briefly towards Arya herself, eying the pout upon her lips. Tetradore quite clearly held little animosity for the woman over their last encounter, even so much as gifting her an almost unusual flash of playfulness as he stuck his tongue back out at her in a rebuttal.

His attention deviated from the pair of women only by the approach of the bartender, the man altogether as familiar to Tetradore as the establishment as a whole was. The Were-King hardly gave much thought to those words he'd chosen as he handed Dale the package nestled within his hands. After all, he had certainly called Damon much worse, and in turn, the vampire had often made fun of his own name. The dislike between the two men was all too blatant. That offer of a drink, however, was swiftly turned down, the hour far too early to allow the liquor to fill his veins so readily. Lunch, however, sounded far more appetizing to the Alpha. His emerald eyes slowly turned towards the duo of women as he inquired their interest in dining with him. He watched as Maeve's head bobbed in ready eagerness, only for Arya to murmur her own agreement. Those menus were quickly handed out to the trio, leaving Tetradore to eye the card he'd never actually eaten from. A small glimpse of deliberation crossed his features and yet, any entrees he was considering all but dissipated at the very mention of macaroni and cheese. His head perked up ever so slightly as Tetradore glanced over at Maeve's menu, as if trying to see just where Maeve had been looking to find his own flavored dish when he had clearly missed it.

His emerald irises shifted only at the meek sound of Arya's voice, requesting that fish that was distinctly atypical of her species, not that Tetradore had any intention to tease her of it. After all, Tetradore certainly had his own feline tendencies, from his love of sleeping in the warmth to the very fluidity in which the man so often moved. "Make that two Mac and Cheeses, you can get them to swing that, right Dale?" He inquired, the weight of his gaze caused the bartender to shift ever so slightly, only for Dale to mutter beneath his breath that he'd try. He watched as the man made his way back towards the kitchen after retrieving the trio's menus. The small movement from his periphery drew his gaze towards the petite fae as she dragged her feet upwards, shifting only to be on a more even position as Tetradore himself. He watched as she leaned closer only for the man to feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. He froze as she all too sweetly informed him that he'd said what she qualified as a 'bad word'. For a moment, Tetradore merely stared at her blankly as he tried to recall exactly those words he had uttered, only for the man to tip his head to the side. "Did I?" He inquired, after all, that sense of morality that lingered within the man was....questionable, at best.

Tetradore watched as Maeve shifted, resettling upon her seat only for those lavender eyes to stare back up at him beneath her long lashes. That question upon her lips was, perhaps, not unexpected. He often received that same peculiar glimpse when he first introduced himself and yet, his first name was something he tended to reserve only for a very few select souls. "Uh, yeah....?" The Alpha responded, as his gaze too shifted towards Arya. It was that introduction that once again pulled at his attention as his hand extended to take hers within his palm. "It's nice to meet you Maeve." He responded, shaking her hand lightly before his gaze fluttered back towards Arya. "So....are you two...friends or...something...?" The Were-King inquired, hardly believing they could be related and yet, occasionally, his curiosity got the best of him, particularly when it involved the ongoings of those that caught his interest.