The wolf smirks. The one in the black had opened her mouth and said just the wrong thing at just the right time. "Is that right?" He asks her. Giving a laugh, he takes the two girls' leashes, using it to guide them upstairs, pulling when necessary. Walking the pair upstairs into the bedroom, he takes the one in white, since she's less apt to resist, using the leash to tie her hands behind her back, then tie her to a chair facing the bed. The one in black, however, he kept loose on the leash. Once he was done with the white one, Ember, he turned his attention to the one in black, Dahlia.