Those vibrant emerald eyes stared down at the young woman that blinked up at him, the surprise still all too clear upon her fair features. That emotion all too quickly turned to a glimpse of recognition, though weather it was due to who he was or what he was still remained to be seen. It hardly mattered to the were-King, the man entirely used to his infamy. For a moment, he contemplated weather or not she might deny that offer to assist her. That hesitance, however, hardly lasted long before her had fit within his larger, rougher palm. That warm simple and gentle laughter was almost endearing, really. A weak simper crossed the man's features as his intense gaze turned towards the cheek, acutely aware of the way she flinched at even the small motion of her own giggles. That punch had certainly done it's fair share of damage, the color of her cheek already turning slightly, larger by a smidgen as it reacted with swelling. Though she'd heal it quickly enough, it hardly seemed right to simply turn and let her back onto the streets in such a state. The witch he kept on retainer for those fights had already left for the night, taking her magical remedies with her and yet, maybe some good old fashioned ice might still assist in soothing the girl's pain.

That very offer, it seemed, equally astonished the girl, prompting little more than a blank look to her features before he gestured into the Ark, leading the way without waiting for her to make up her own mind on the matter. He glanced over his shoulder as her demure voice so sweetly called out to him and yet, the gruff King merely offered her a small nod. "Yeah, I'm sure." Tetradore responded, his baritone lyrics rather curt and to the point. He had never been a man of many words, the realization that she was surely searching for some form of reassurance only crossed his thoughts but moments later, when the entrance to the Ark was already in view. "It's no trouble." He added, choosing not to inform her that, truly, he viewed it more as his fault than anything else. After all, he had been content to simply watch her get involved, much less the fact that it was his very establishment they had left from, with their veins filled with adrenaline and thick with liquor. He led the way up the gangplank and into the massive cargo ship, those radiant irises shifted only at the girl's attempts at introductions.

"Tetradore." His surname was uttered with the same level of straightforwardness as the were-King picked his way through the toppled tables and dirtied floor of the Ark's main arena. He made his way towards the bar, his nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the faint scent of a familiar smell before a figure quite suddenly appeared from behind the bar, towel wrapped ice in hand. Unlike his companion, the were-King merely regarded his adoptive father with an almost blank look, as if baffled by the man's presence in the first place. Though he was not nearly as frightened by the fellow's appearance as Arya was, he was still....surprised to see Matteo. He hadn't anticipated a visit from the Frenchman so soon. Even so, he took that offered ice from Matteo, his head shook ever so slightly at that good natured chuckle from the French Ambassador. They were, in many aspects, more akin to night and day. Where Tetradore tended to be a man of few words and a stoic nature, Matteo was elegant, vague, ostentatious and increasingly optimistic. Those traits were something the were-King was accustomed to.

Tetradore reached for that bag of ice, rearranging the towel on it in the process whilst his adoptive father slipped those sunglasses from his handsome features. The feline's own emerald eyes turned up towards the pair as he watched Matteo offer his own introductions, taking Arya's hand in his own only to kiss the back of it. The action alone prompted a roll to those vibrant eyes. How very like the Frenchman to woo a woman with just a hand kiss. Females tended to be magnetized to him, a fact Tetradore knew well from those stories he had been given many a times over once he became of an age to appreciate them. That hue of red on her cheeks was all but ignored before Tetradore reached forward to tenderly press that ice against her bruised flesh. A soft grunt was all the were-King gave in response to that assurance that, in this, he certainly excelled. How many nights had he pulled himself together and patched himself up? More, certainly, than even Matteo had been present for. His own gaze remained steadfast upon that 'first-aid' he was attending to, the ice hardly lingered long in any one particular place lest the pain from the sheer cold became too unbearable. For the meantime, at least, he was willing to hold that bag for her whilst she was so quickly taken with Matteo.

He listened vaguely as the young woman recounted her reasoning for being awake at such a late hour, even if he made no effort to partake in the pair's conversation. In fact, his emerald eyes rose only at the sound of his own name upon Matteo's lips. That very mention of paperwork saw his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, "Paperwork?" He inquired dubiously. In all his life Matteo had never shown up within his life for something nearly as mundane as paperwork. The were-King's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as his adoptive father informed the young woman at his side of his tendency to prefer sleep over waking life, particularly in those early hours. Matteo's further insistence that he was sure Tetradore would simply fail to rise at all if it were possible prompted a scowl upon his lips and for a brief moment, his emerald eyes turned towards the only object within reach - the ice. It was a tempting idea, to throw that very bag back at Matteo. "If she didn't need this..." He half-heartedly threatened. Still, for whatever reason Arya seemed to be amused at the idea all the same, quite near agreeing to his preference of sleep only to admit the very animal that lay beneath that mortal skin. "Seal?" He inquired, a genuine glimpse of inquisitiveness crossing his features, "Can't say we've had one of your kind around here before." Aquatic weres were generally fairly rare as it was, in fact, he knew exactly one in all of the city besides her. How interesting....