There was no denying the Alpha was exceptionally skilled at moving with silence - that very trait an indication to just how attuned his inner feline. He had, admittedly, not anticipated the young woman's focus upon the task at hand as he lifted that bar stool up, pulling it back just enough for the Were-King to all but fall into the embrace of the high back bar stool. That white paper bag was placed on the back in front of him, his emerald eyes momentarily watching the woman as she hummed to herself. Softly, his voice reached out to her, that baritone rumble quite clearly taking her back as the young woman near lept from her very skin. The cursed words upon her lips caused his eyebrow to raise as she clutched her chest, that gasp prompting an all but faint glimpse of amusement upon the man's features. That shaky laughter upon her feminine lips prompted a small twitch of his own in an altogether subtle simper. In the wake of her astonishment, that distinctly southern accent seemed all the more prominent, Tetradore scarcely remembering such a twang the first time he'd met her and yet, he saw little reason to comment upon it. His shoulders merely shrug in a glimpse of good humor, his once prickly exterior towards the girl diminishing now that she had proven herself capable of some manner of integrity when the desire clearly struck her. She had proven herself capable, following through with her insistence that he would have no trouble with her employment - and, thus far, he hadn't.
Such thoughts, however, were drawn from her performance as Tetradore responded easily. "It's a skill." He watched as her nose twitched, clearly picking up the delectable scent of cookies. Frankly, he couldn't blame her, Tetradore himself incapable of ignoring that cloying scent upon the drive back home. He waved slightly towards the bag, offering her to partake in her own enjoyment of those sweets only if she so succeeded in keeping the contents of it away from Tobias. That challenge, it seemed, was one that was ever evolving and Tetradore was quickly running out of his own ideas to keep the sweet treats away from his Beta. The young woman's joke prompted a soft snort of bemusement from the man and yet, he couldn't deny that he himself was easily won over in the same manner. "Chocolate chip solves everything." He commented with a glimpse of genuine sincerity. Tetradore watched as she crumbled that white paper bag closed, pulling it behind the counter with the announcement that she had, at least, some inking of a way to keep the cookies safe. It was, admittedly, far better then Tetradore had at the present moment. His head bobbed ever so slightly, however, at Carolina's mention of his friend's dislike of water. "I kept some candy on my shower shelf for a week before he was brave enough to steal it....course......it was still fucking gone by the end of the week." An audible sigh left his lips as his cheek rested upon his hand, the thought of that safe clearly still toying with his mind.
A small snort left his nose at the very idea of putting a safe in a bathtub in some feeble attempt to disarm the leopard. "At this rate, I might have to just attach it to the fucking anchor." He responded bitterly, though Tetradore hardly held any true malevolence over that continual effort to consume all of those purchased goods himself. The sound of Carolina's clear delight in that cookie caused his gaze to shift upwards towards her with a small hint of that rare smile all over again. Admittedly, for all his disgruntlement at Tobias' theft, there was a distinct joy to be found in sharing those treats....on the occasion. Tetradore paused, watching her for a moment before he prompted that shift within the conversation. The question alone seemed to catch the girl even further off guard, her fingers running through her blonde hair and yet, his emerald eyes never tarried. A soft sound of acknowledgment left his lips at the young woman's insistence that both Mira and Raven had been nothing short of helpful. He could hardly deny, however, how very accurate Carolina was in describing the Ark. Very little, he found, truly prepared an individual for the testosterone, ferocity, and rabid chaos that ran rampant within the floating cargo ship during those business hours. New employees either took it all in stride or quit within days. "You should have seen my first week here. It was a shitshow." Tetradore responded with a small simper, the Were-King willing to admit that even he had struggled to find his footing after the slaughter and cannibalism of the Ark's previous Alpha.
The last thing Tetradore anticipated, however, was Carolina's appreciation for the job he had been so hesitant to give. There was little doubt within his mind that she was being distinctly genuine. She would have certainly made some effort to ransack the Ark in those past few months, wouldn't she have? Unless she was playing for a far more long term outcome. "Your welcome." The Were-King responded after a moment of consideration, the man leaning back in his chair, his fingers lightly toying with the edge of the bar in consideration. "What was it you had been trying to take from Raven, anyway?" He inquired, that tale one Tetradore himself had never heard though, now, it seemed far more important with all those thoughts that so tumbled through his mind.