A part of the Alpha relished in that rage he so induced within his mistress, he enjoyed just how that defiant demeanor so wiggled beneath her skin as she glared at him with such a keen glimpse of acrimony. He could hardly help the subtle, but nonetheless present, smug glimpse on his features as he deposited Harley upon her desk, the woman wiggling to create the angry sound of dinging upon the laptop beneath her. Fortunately, the woman hardly seemed to linger long upon the obnoxious notes of her computer, only to inform him instead of some....lamp he was supposed to have some resemblance of care over. Tetradore could hardly help the roll of his eyes. Those muttered words upon his lips were entirely dismissive, clearly indicating his own intention to do absolutely nothing of that disappearing piece of furniture. Why should he care, after all? It wasn't like Risque was incapable of getting another lamp - her own furniture changed often enough that his interest within this command was decidedly limited. His emerald eyes watched the way her lip seemed to twist and contort in an aphonic snarl, only to inform him that his sense of respect was clearly lacking. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as his arms crossed over his chest, accentuating his broad shoulders. "Is it?" He inquired, quite near daring the woman. Her insistence to 'try again' only caused the corners of his lips to twitch downwards in a frown. "Get a new fucking lamp." Tetradore retorted, his second attempt arguably worse than the first and yet, her attention, after all, was unlikely to linger upon him long. Risque's impatience would surely cause her to overlook his indiscretions, considering the squirming spitfire between them.

Quite as if on cue, their gazes both turned downwards towards the young woman, though Tetradore himself regarded the situation with little more then a vague glimpse of indifference. He watched as Risque's finger rose, her sharpened nails effortlessly reopening that wound upon Harley's forehead with a clear desire to taste that blood that flowed through her veins. How quickly Harley recoiled! And yet, given her current position, she had nowhere to run, the girl left to merely squirm upon the keyboard in clear discontent. He was so strikingly used to hearing those around him assessed purely upon the taste of their blood that the Were was wholly unaffected by that appraisal that Harley was sweet to Risque's undead senses. Tetradore was hardly astonished that such a simple action seemed to provoke a near plethora of antagonizing words from the mortal girl, though his mistress hardly seemed perturbed by that verbal onslaught, merely dismissing the tone of Harley's voice with the demanding inquiry on why he hadn't bothered to gag her in his kidnapping efforts. A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders and yet, a response was hardly necessary as Risque demanded to see the woman chained upon that very wall the feline so abhorred.

He lifted the woman from Risque's desk, moving with ease towards that wall only to reach for the manacles attached. He too ignored Harley's grumbling, focusing upon that task at hand as that silver hissed and sizzled upon contact with his caramel skin. He was so strikingly used to that sensation that assaulted his senses, his own features hardly betraying even a glimpse of discomfort as he fastened those chains around Harley's wrists and ankles, hardly bothering to undo his own handiwork. It was only once he was certain she was secured to the wall that Tetradore turned, his burned fingers flexing ever so slightly as the man made his way towards the sofa, content to merely plop into its leather embrace with that ever-present facade of utter indifference. His emerald eyes lingered upon the slender figure of his mistress as she approached Harley. How well he knew that glimpse of rebellion within the depths of Harley's purple irises, it was the very look he so often regarded the vampire with himself. If only Harley knew just how much more she was likely to suffer for that very defiance. A small frown pulled at the corners of his features as he watched Harley stare her death in the eye. That very chuckle from Risque's lips caused his hair to stand on end and yet, his emerald eyes merely flicked away as his chin settled upon his palm, his elbow propped on the arm of the sofa.

It was the very clanking of those chains that caused his irises to shift back towards the pair of women, the man hardly making any effort to understand Risque's intentions for the girl. That mind was far too dark and lost to madness for any effort he might make to comprehend it and yet, he knew well that Harley's words were hardly helping her cause in the slightest. Tetradore flinched as Risque's hand abruptly snaked forward, ensnaring Harley's throat with a crushing ferocity that he knew all too well. It had hardly been long since he was in the same position, clutching onto consciousness while so desperately searching for something to murder the woman with. How he had failed. A soft sigh left his lips as he so effortlessly tuned out the pair's conversation. So much of his childhood, after all, had been a cacophony of noises he had been all too keen to forget. As a result, Tetradore had become particularly skilled at losing himself within his own thoughts and, in turn, ignoring the often brutal world that surrounded him. It was only his name upon Risque's lips that brought his attention back towards the pair, his eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he eyed them, oblivious of just what Risque's malicious intent for him might be.

That gentle caress of her affinity against his cheek only furthered that frown upon his features, the Alpha merely shifted in his seat, providing her a slight grunt in response to his very name. It was that assurance that she wished him to do it, however, that finally prompted his lips to part. "Do...what?" He inquired, revealing, at that moment, just how very inattentive he had been to the pair. It was, however, unsurprising that his mistress only further wished to intensify that very distaste Harley had for him. There was no doubt within his mind that Isolt would hear of this, much less that she would blame him for whatever was about to unfold. How he was not looking forward to this future and yet, with Isolt's upcoming wedding a mere few weeks away, it wasn't as if he had anything else to loose from the vampiric woman who had once captured his heart.