After Raoul finally managed to get away from the nobleman distracting him he looked at the bench to find it empty.  He quickly scanned the room to see where the vigilante could have gotten too but saw her no where.  The most common reaction would have been calm, after all common sense dictated that she was probably just outside getting a breath of fresh air, but still that did not sit will with him.  In fact, it felt like hot coals churning in his stomach...something was wrong and every fiber of his being told him so.  He headed for the nearest door that would lead into the labyrinth that was his home.  Not ,far into the hallway he heard his vixen "Unhand me sir!"  He moved faster then, his suspicion's confirmed.<br/><br/>"Now now, no need for that sweetie." He heard a decidedly masculine voice respond as well as cat calls from at least one if not two other male voices.  He rounded a corner to see them surrounding her and pushing her back against the wall one with his arm around her waist in a very forward and obviously unwanted way.  He growled low in his throat a primal side taking over him and grabbed the man by the back of his shirt pulling him off of her with force and swinging with all his might intending to break his nose.