What was that saying? Pride goeth before the fall? Well, X'rhun was certainly falling now. His protests were delightful music to Tseng's ears, and the sudden frantic clawing at the chains holding his hands was amusing as Tseng stepped back to admire X'rhun. As nice as it was to have him stretched out like this, it was going to make some things incredibly difficult, but Tseng couldn't just call his men back in every time he wanted to move X'rhun around.

Nodding, Tseng scooped up a crimson rope off of a shelf before returning to his pet. He started weaving the rope around X'rhun's body and limbs in such a way that he would be able to incapacitate him with a single pull of the rope, trapping his arms and legs together. He wasn't going to take a chance with the miqo'te's sharp claws or general fighting strength in desperation to get free.

Standing behind X'rhun with the rope in his hand, Tseng hit the quick release on his pet's wrists before jerking the rope at the same time to send those hands against X'rhun's legs. If his pet ended up hurt because of this, then Tseng would simply call for a medicus to heal him. After he had been moved of course.