How unusually blissful that quiet moment was! Few occasions within Syn could ever truly be considered tranquil, prompting Tetradore to take full advantage of those ones he had. His chest rose and fell with a slow, steady regularity as he dozed in the corner of the extraordinarily large cage. The Alpha was entirely inattentive to his Vector's movement - her wakefulness certainly not enough, at least at first, to perturb him. It was only the abrupt rattling of the cage walls that, regretfully, startled the Were-King into some resemblance of wakefulness. The metal screeched loudly at Harley's shaking, her boot colliding into it to prompt a deafening, hollow ring that grated upon Tetradore's ears. He could feel the vibrations of the metal against his head as the once still walls shook back and forth. The smell of burning flesh cloyed the air, only further ruining what had previously been an oddly comfortable moment. A scowl crossed Tetradore's features as his baritone voice grumbled a sharp demand, one he truly didn't expect her to heed. Harley, he had quickly learned, had little to no respect for...well...anyone. Nor did she know how to keep her own god damned mouth shut for more than a second at a time, even if her own life depended upon it. Of course he'd be strapped to someone like her - someone he found as irritating as he did the rest of Risque's little posse. At least the other Weres had the sense to fear him.

He was hardly surprised by the glare he was immediately afforded, though Tetradore met that look head on with an equally unflinching stare. There was something about her that riled the Alpha within him - that coaxed to life a feral need to dominate her, to put her in that place he was sure she belonged in. Those instinctual feelings were ones he failed to act upon, however, even if his hand gripped his forearm just a touch tighter as he leaned back against the soft material of his leather jacket. Her biting remark only deepened the discontent within the Were-King. His features twisted into a look that was distinctly unimpressed with her makeshift insult, one that failed to truly hit it's mark beyond his continual annoyance at her need to constantly have the last word in every conversation he had ever had with her. Frankly, the man was certain he'd rather avoid any and all conversation with her at all in the first place, at this rate. A soft puff of air left his nose as he sunk further into his jacket, his eyes fluttering closed again with every intention to merely ignore her existence entirely. How distinctly skilled he was at that endeavor. As bothersome as he found his Vector, even all her nuisances paled in comparison to the screaming, begging, and crying that Tetradore had dozed through before during those infinitely long years at his Mistress' side.

He ignored her pacing and restless energy near effortlessly, even though he could feel the feline within her begging to get out. That shift was one her own fidgety emotions seemed keen to drag out - and though he could certainly stifle that transformation, Tetradore saw little reason to offer her that kindness. He was content to continue his efforts to snooze, his head tilted slightly away from her in a vain effort to further block out the noise of her shoes on the metal underfoot. He could hear the soft thud of her jacket hitting the floor across from him, though the Were-King hardly moved. He was almost surprised that Harley's attention returned to him, even if it was only to disrupt his comfort. The Alpha hardly made an effort to explain his apparent blase outlook upon life, regardless of the atrocities in which it consisted of. She was certainly not one he had any desire to let beyond that cold exterior he presented the world. Rather, it was her musing to herself that Tetradore sought to answer. His baritone voice was nothing if not terribly effective at squashing all hint of hope the feisty young woman had at escaping her fate. He had certainly tried for years.

A visible yawn crossed Tetradore's features as he slumped further down into his jacket. There was little use in pacing the cage, much less fretting over when they might escape. His gaze fluttered closed again, his chin tilted downward - the Alpha wholly content to go back to his task of falling back asleep when yet another question left Harley's lips. The emerald of his eyes flickered open almost attentively before an audible snort of amusement left his nose. "I'd like to see you try." His head shook ever so slightly before Tetradore continued, offering, for once, a level of wisdom that he suspected his Vector would despise. "She will let us out when she wants to, or when she needs us again. We'll be fed, she doesn't want you dead...yet. The more she knows this is getting to you though, the longer you'll be in here so for christ's sake just sit the fuck down."