He could feel it - that crackle of energy within the air. The electricity was unmistakable to the Were-King. It was the precursor to a shift, one that was badly controlled and, he expected, unwanted. Even with that knowledge, Tetradore did distinctly little to assist in subduing the feline within his vector that was all but determined to explode from her skin. It was, he was certain, a fate she had brought on herself with her childish antics. How quickly she was to get herself worked up when there was little about their current predicament that could or would change in the near future. Even if he did offer to assist her, Tetradore was certain she'd decline him, likely with some sharp barb that he had little interest in hearing in the first place. And so, instead, the Alpha remained where he was, seated upon the floor of the cage with his back against the metal bars, his jacket creating a makeshift pillow behind his head. His emerald eyes had fluttered closed, his chest rising and falling with some almost serene regularity and yet, despite appearances, the Alpha was hardly sleeping as peacefully as he seemed. It was a shame really, he was certain this would have made the perfect time to nap and yet, that change within the air was difficult to merely ignore.

The Alpha could hear Harley's ragged breaths as she struggled to maintain her human form, just as he could feel his feline vector moments from imploding from her skin. That shift was one he made little effort to stop, his own inner cat almost miffed by that transition, even if he remained still and silent in his corner of the cage. It was the sound of ripping fabric that first hit his ears, her clothing all but shredded in the process of her transition. Of course she wouldn't have thought to remove her clothing. The girl was going to be left with nothing at this rate and yet, it hadn't occurred to her the consequence of walking home without anything to clothe her naked body, unless she wanted to lose what survived the transformation to Syn. A soft puff of air left his nose at the thought, the man listening to that feline whine from her lips at the completion of her change. He could hear the muffled sounds of movement before an almost dramatic thud filled the cage, followed by an anticipatory silence and slowly, those emerald irises flickered open.

He stared with striking indifference at the ebony feline opposite of him, stuck within the skin tight jeans she had worn and combat boots that had molded to her paws. Her efforts to remove them were...pathetic as she tried feebly to kick the boots off her paws. Another soft breath left his lips as the man's gaze fluttered close, certain he hardly had to witness the girl's antics. She must have managed to succeed in pulling one of her boots off - the thing echoing with a resounding thud as it flew from her feet. Another eerie silence followed suit, stretching on for several moments before Tetradore could hear the soft thud of her figure. His gaze slowly flickered open again, glancing briefly over the removed shoe before his irises shifted back towards the woman curled up on her back to snatch that other boot. He watched as her teeth tugged at the boot, attempting to be gentle lest she ruined her footwear. It hardly took too long before the boot was tugged free, it too falling with a thud to leave the girl only in her jeans. His brow rose as he silently watched her, his features the very void of any real emotion even in spite of how...comical the situation in front of him might have been. He could have helped, it was true, and yet, the Were-King was content to simply leave Harley to her fate. After all, it wasn't as if she had yet to appreciate his assistance and Tetradore was hardly inclined to waste his time when his very existence was so vehemently disdained.