Tetradore had a peculiar skill in that defensive guard he presented the world with. He had an ability to side step those question, providing enough information to give a minimal answer while, at the exact same moment, hardly saying anything of merit at all. It was a trait that few ever questioned him of. The were-King often oozed that very air of dominance and danger, prompting precious little questioning when he batted aside those quandaries. It had become such a habit that, more often than not, Tetradore was hardly aware he even did it at all. Tetradore glanced up once again from his task, his lips twisted ever so slightly in a small frown as he considered weather or not that very transaction was worth being deemed 'important'. "Mmm...." His baritone voice hummed only to shake his head ever so slightly. "I wouldn't say it's particularly important. They refused to pay for their last order and I intend to collect." He paused only after tossing another of those black duffle bags onto the boat. "It's not particularly exciting...they refuse to pay, I show up myself, scare them a little, they pay up, and then I leave." It was, as far as Tetradore was concerned, little more than a boring routine. Tonight was hardly the first of such ventures and certainly would not be the last.

It hadn't occurred to him that it was, perhaps, within his best interest to have his pack back him on such activities. He was strikingly used to going alone, or with Tobias in tow. Raven, after all, would have berated him had she known all the nefarious affairs he was involved in. Alexis seemed to be of the same sort of pure intentions. Henry hardly had the stomach of any sort of violence these days. In the end, it was himself alone that he could count on. He tossed those last few bags upon the boat, only to move towards those ropes that kept the boat connected to the Ark. His fingers worked at those knots with incredible ease, undoing them as if he had done this thousands of times before instead of the mere dozen. His emerald eyes glanced over at the young woman who lingered near him, clearly intrigued in what he was doing without attempting to pry any further. That invitation he provided her was kept equally as vague, only promising that, whatever he intended to do in order to ensure that collection of his funds would likely be questionable.

Tetradore hardly expected that bemused look upon her features as he stepped onto that yacht. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she so eagerly jumped at the idea. It was curious really, that she might take it upon herself to make him her responsibility when it was supposed to be Tetradore job as her Alpha to ensure her own welfare. Still....it was endearing, he supposed. At the very least, he knew she of all of his pack members would be capable of ensuring such a thing. With that lava that flowed through her veins, just beneath the surface, she was the embodiment of destruction. The very mention of those duffle bags at his feet caused his emerald eyes to flick down at them and yet, it was probably best she didn't know the extent of what he was willing to do to get his point across. "It's probably best you don't." He responded, hardly wanting the anxiety of those explosives on board to linger in her mind, considering what she was capable of. Realistically though, she was more than able to sink them with or without the contents of the those enigmatic duffle bags.

That invitation was only further solidified as he asked the woman to assist in pushing off from the makeshift dock of the Ark. He watched the woman as she jumped up onto the ship, as if she was concerned of her sneakers scuffing the edge of that pristine white boat. Truthfully, it hardly mattered to Tetradore, he had stolen the boat to begin with as it was. That gentle push was enough space to prompt the boat to float with the tide away from the Ark. He turned the motor on, letting it roar to life beneath them as the boat began to pick up speed, turning towards the open waters. His gaze turned towards the woman at his side, his emerald eyes briefly met that fiery hue of her irises. "We're heading twenty knots to the east. There's a large yacht off the coast of the peninsula - that is where we're going." Tetradore was well aware of her petite figure as she moved closer towards him, stepping to the helm beside him. His gaze briefly fluttered towards the controls in front of him, ensuring he was going the right direction before his attention fluttered back towards her, noting her attentiveness towards the controls, as if she was almost curious of them...

"Would you like to try it?" He inquired, stepping back slightly, his hand still settled on the wheel, providing her with plenty of room to scoot between his own fit figure and the controls he stood in front of. "Have you ever driven a boat before....? Have you ever even been on a boat?" The man inquired, wholly uncertain now that he considered it. At the very least he was giving her a chance to experience it if she hadn't already. That had to count for something, right?