"Oh dear," Sypher said, his eyes appropriately wide in shock. "Let me look into a few things before you go about ripping the house down? We don't want anything happening to the boy or your lady or the precious pooch, but we don't want to make a mess if we don't have to, am I right? I'd just lock the room up for a bit."
The scratching on the dog's nose was strictly forbidden, and if Bartholomew had wiggled past the point where he could hurt without Sypher's permission, then he'd have to intervene.