There was, admittedly, very little that could anger there were-King in the presence of baked goods. As long as there was some level of sweetness in his mouth, the man was....surprisingly patient and understanding. Those very delicacies seemed to have some sort of magical effect upon the man, one that Calliel certainly seemed to benefit from at the present moment. He had hardly been lying when he admitted that those baked goods were, at times, the best part of his day. Of late, things had seemed to be spiraling out of control in a downward tilt that he could not climb his way out of. He had, however, little intention of admitting it to her. Even so, a small hint of amusement crossed the man's features as her cheeks turned the smallest shade of red, that compliment, apparently, was enough to embarrass her. His emerald eyes watched her with a hint of confusion as the young woman declared that the entire goal of those muffins was to make him happy. It was....curious that she would go out of her way to do so for him. He was hardly her Alpha, even despite that invitation. Nor were they really friends, considering the pair had spent all of one evening together.

"Why?" That inquiry was almost abrupt, even as he handed her a muffin of her own. He watched as the young woman shifted upon the top of that bed, even as Tetradore flopped back onto his own pillows. His eyebrows rose as she cautiously crawled over to his side, settling down upon that plush mattress next to him. "Don't get crumbs in my bed." He muttered with a gruff tone, even if his voice entirely lacked any sort of vehemence. That soft sigh only caused his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly as he regarded the woman, taking another bite of his own muffin in the process. He hardly anticipated that she was quite near judging the comfort levels of his bed, much less how his inability to sleep surely resulted in a great many stressors if that very mattress did not provoke him to death. For a moment, Tetradore merely regarded her intent stare with a blank one of his own, the were-King altogether baffled by the girl and her demeanor. He was ignorant to the fashion she searched his features for some sort of tell for that lie he offered her. After all, Tetradore ha been lying ever since he was eight. He now excelled at those half-truths.

That shrug on further caused the furrowing of his brows before her gaze turned purposefully towards the ceiling, her words clearly chosen with great care. For a moment, he was unsure of what to say, the man having every inkling that she suspected well there was far more to that story then he was willing to tell her. "Yeah, probably." He commented in a wholly noncommittal fashion, only to add after a moment in an almost teasing way. "I didn't expect to get you into my bed so easily. Here I thought it might actually take effort." It was clear he was referring to something far more intimate then the pair were currently doing. Even so, he made no attempt to follow through with that almost teasing wording either, the man content to merely polish off that muffin. That sudden inquiry of his day, much less that declaration of his title, caught the man entirely off guard all over again. Although he was widely regarded as the King of the West, no one actually bothered to refer to him as such, much less make an effort to title him, even if she did so incorrectly. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his own gaze turned towards the ceiling. "I dunno, there's some cargo manifests to sign and a few new contracts to look over, I guess. Maybe the fights downstairs tonight..." His voice trailed off and yet, despite his assurances that there were things to do, Tetradore hardly seemed greatly inclined to them either. "What's your day look like? More baking?"