Tetradore was hardly astonished in any sense that the woman regarded him with animosity. Although his time spent with Harlequin was brief, he was certain that evening was burned into both of their memories. He was well aware of the weight of her gaze upon the rope tossed so nonchalantly over his shoulder. The very sight of it seemed to spur something within her, the young woman made every effort to slam the door in his face - a reaction he quite anticipated as he jammed his boot into the doorframe, only to use his superior strength to throw his shoulder against the wood. His emerald eyes fell with strained apathy upon the woman as she all but scrambled away from him, forgetting the black puppy in the wake of her own panic. For every step backward she took, Tetradore stepped forward, not precisely closing that distance and yet, not fully allowing her a measurable hope for escape either. He hardly bothered to glance behind him at the sound of the solid oak door closing behind him, effectively trapping her in the house with the man who had every intention of kidnapping her.

Her utilization of French phrases, however, prompted a rather blunt response from the man, one that Harley was all too keen to refute him on. As it was, Tetradore was hardly perturbed on the exact phrasing the French utilized. He was certain that Matteo had expressed his fair share of less than savory phrases and yet, here and now, it truly mattered distinctly little. A small shrug crossed the Were-King's shoulders as he continued to prowl forward in utter silence. That growl upon her lips hardly stopped the man from moving forward, even despite her protest that her night was supposed to be relaxing - frankly, he was too and yet, here he was all the same. His eyebrow rose as she reached for her phone, a distinct sound accompanying the device as she unlocked it. It was, he was rather certain, hardly enough of a threat to disallow her touching it, even so, his forward movements hardly faltered, nor did they speed up in the precarious dance the two did around her living room furniture.

The last thing he had anticipated, however, was Isolt's name upon the woman's lips. Those very syllables caused the prowling man to hesitate, his intense emerald eyes flickered away and towards the floor in a visible display of guilt. "It doesn't matter now." He muttered softly, his hand reaching up to run through his deep brunette locks. No - it was better the less the pair had to do with one another now, not that such was too hard with Isolt's marriage to her vampiric fiance. His attention, however, deviated at the sensation of something nipping at the leather of his boots. His emerald eyes turned downwards towards the puppy that was now vigorously attempting to shake the cuff of his jeans. A soft sigh left his lips as he picked down, picking up the dog by the scruff of his neck as he inquired whether or not it had an 'off' switch. Although he had been sent by Risque to bring Harly in, Tetradore was hardly the callous soul he'd once been able to so effortlessly summon. He had grown...softer, more caring in those years apart from his vampiric mistress. That gentleness was surely showing as the man contemplated a way to ensure the puppy's wellbeing in the absence of his owner.

He eyed the small puppy at the suggestion of scratching its belly and yet before Tetradore could even begin to make such a move, the woman reached behind her to pull out a bag of treats. The very sound of them immediately grabbed at the dog's attention, causing his head to tilt to the side as his small tail began to wag viciously. Tetradore easily caught the bag of treats thrown at him, the man slowly let the puppy back down on the ground. He ignored the creature's growling as the small puppy went back to ferociously nipping at his shoes. The Were-King pulled open the zip lock on the bag, a small shrug on his shoulders as he tossed several of those treats on the ground for the puppy. "It's not my choice, in the end, Harley." He informed her quite simply. The dog's momentary distraction in those treats certainly kept the little creature busy as the man turned his attention back towards Harley. he easily closed the distance between them, even despite any further efforts the woman might have taken to run from him. In the end, it was her wrist he finally grabbed onto, his superior strength surely aided him as he pulled the woman into him. He held both her wrists together, that rope aided in quickly tying them even despite her squirming and shouting and cursing. Pushing her onto the sofa was easy enough as Tetradore moved towards her legs, easily pinning them down with his hands to bind them too in a similar fashion. Although Tetradore was hardly cruel, he was nothing short of effective, ensuring his knots were tight enough to now allow some escape while not overly painful.

It was only once the man was done that he stood up, glancing down at her in consideration. His hand slowly lifted her shirt ever so slightly, just enough to eye those scars that still lingered upon the flesh of her stomach. A soft sigh left his lips as his thumb ran over that mark with striking gentleness, those thoughts, however hardly lingered long before his attention turned back towards the puppy and his now finished treats. "When was the last time he was out? Have you fed him already?" Tetradore inquired as the eyed the puppy, at least making some effort to ensure he was fed and cared for before they returned to Risque.