Those few precious years Tetradore had been given of freedom had all but transformed the man. Where once he had held a reckless disregard for life and all things in it, he had now been blessed with so much more than he had ever thought he might be given even a glimpse of. Falling back into the apathy that had once consumed him was a struggle. That blissful void he'd once existed in was now filled with emotions and worries and concerns for the makeshift family he'd crafted - from Tobias to Nadya and Raven to the very auburn-haired vampire he cherished above all. How this would hurt her most. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel before Tetradore leaned forward, resting his head against the leather material. It was distinctly difficult to fight those commands. The world at large was ignorant of the war that so often was waged within his very body. Isolt would never understand, he knew, of the compulsions that raged within him. It would not matter to her how much his head pounded in his skull as those words urged him to action - words he tried to deny. Isolt and himself had become something...else in Risque's absence. That affection between them had grown with tender touches and stolen glimpses even when she'd given herself away to another man. She would hate him for this. He was certain of it.

A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as he tried to separate himself from those emotions that tugged at him. God, how his head hurt. The very light of the street lamp seemed to pierce through his closed eyelids. He knew it would only get worse, the further he dragged it out. Tetradore had tested the very limits of those demands she had placed upon in his youth, denying them till he was curled up on the floor gripping his head in boyish sobs. The only way to find any sort of reprieve from the pain was to fulfill her whims. Slowly, Tetradore pulled away from his own steering wheel, only for his emerald eyes to glance at the ropes at his side. It was brazen of him, perhaps, to hardly attempt to hide his efforts to kidnap the young woman within the home he sat in front of and yet - what hopes did he have for a peaceful alternative? Was this really what he had been reduced to? Kidnapping? Really though, how was this worse than the role of a murderer that he was so often cast into? A small simper crossed his features in an almost morbid hint of amusement as Tetradore slowly pulled himself from the vehicle, only to approach the young woman's door.

The sound of his fist against the door seemed to prompt movement from within. He could hear the crashing of...well....something that came rushing towards the other side of the door. The sound of barking however, caused his lips to press together in a small frown. A dog? He had to deal with a dog. Based on the muffled high pitched sound, hopefully, it would be a small dog. The last thing he wanted to deal with, on top of whatever unfolded tonight, was also harming her pet. That frown only increased at the very realization of how far he'd fallen to fret over pets. A soft sigh left his lips before the sound of unlocking doors drew his gaze upwards. The vibrancy of his eyes met the peculiar amethyst hue of Harley's own and yet that glimpse of surprise was quickly replaced with understanding. Her declaration was only just the beginning of it as she tried to slam the door in his face, his foot quickly wedging it open as he shoved himself into her home. This, he was sure, was far easier then the other alternatives - like breaking a window. Tetradore was hardly surprised at the sight of the puppy that went for his foot and yet, frankly, he was glad the door was relatively harmless. The Were-King ignored the canine's existence altogether as he stepped into her townhome, closing the door behind him with a secure thud.

Tetradore was hardly surprised by the feisty rage he was presented with, that bite to her tongue so distinctly drew him back to a different time, one years and years ago in a different place. How familiar things were. His lips pressed together in a hard line as Tetradore simply regarded her for a long moment, struggling to push away those emotions that suffocated him. "No." He uttered simply after a moment, knowing well he certainly did owe her an apology. If not for tonight, then for the pair's last encounter. The marks he'd left on her skin, the taste of her blood in his mouth. He remembered it with such sharp clarity that it was almost nauseating. His inquiry of whether or not she would come easily, however, only seemed to spur on the anger that she was so known for. His gaze flicked downwards as her fingers curled into fists. He watched as she took a step backward and yet, he hardly could allow her to retreat either. For every step she took, so did he in turn. It was a delicate dance, but a futile one, in the end. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at that sarcastic lit to her voice. "The French don't say that." He responded in an almost deadpan fashion.

It was her declaration to tell Risque that Harley was not interested that seemed to provoke that frown on his features all over again. He hardly responded immediately, however, the man instead glancing down at the dog that bit at the hem of his jeans with a sigh. "No one is ever interested." Tetradore retorted before he bent down to hoist the puppy into his arms. Really, besides the whole...biting thing, the dog was kind of cute. Poor thing probably couldn't last that long unattended though. The canine, however, hardly seemed pleased to be lifted off the ground, the puppy content to growl and nip at him with those tiny pin pricks of teeth. His emerald eyes briefly turned towards the girl only to inquire with a small frown on his features. "Does it have an off switch?"