He barely heard her words. He was focused on what he was doing. "Shut the fuck up," he growled loudly, barring his teeth. She did not speak and focused on trying to get free. Godric had a difficult time holding on to her with the more she squirmed and he pulled himself closer, putting his knees on either side of the girl and resting his rear on her back end to hold her down. He used all his force to press down to prevent any more squirming in that region. His head shot down with open jaws, his arms bent but pressure was still applied in his hold, and he snapped at her flesh to prove his point that he would get his way.
The more she struggled, the more excited he got and when he withdrew from his attempted bites, he released his weaker arm that help the rope, using his stronger arm to hold her two front legs together as best he could. Her movements made it difficult for Godric to hold her still but he was confident in his strength and training to overpower an enemy and it had not been his first try. He was swift when she bucked, able to work around it, and he laced the rope quickly around, pulling it together and making several knots and binding her front legs together. Even if he were to get up, she would not be able to get far. Her balance was lost with the way her front limbs were positioned and she would easily fall on her face.
He growled again through his struggles, enforcing that he meant business. "If you don't hold still, you'll hurt yourself worse," he commented but his words were laced with danger. Even if she did not struggle, he still wanted to hurt her. He had weeks of pent up anger from his former home, from being exiled because he could not reproduce the males the pack had wanted. He did not get another chance back then and now he had found it and when he did have the strong male in his grasps, he would take both him and the bitch straight back to prove it.