"Still quiet." Sal mused out loud as he stepped past the grave marker, noting the carvings in the tree. He dragged his boot across the flowers, crunching them into the earth mercilessly. He towered over her as she scrambled upwards. And then, to finish it himself, Sal gripped Morana by the throat and lifted her up himself.
"There's a girl, get yourself steady now." He smiled almost nicely as the leather of his glove pinched against her skin. Then he released her, but instead of letting her go completely, his hand slid up and cupped her cheek. "Such a nice face. Fear in your eyes. And it's all for me, isn't it."
With that, Sal's hand reared back and slapped Morana hard across the face. Not hard enough to cause any permanent damage - as this was nothing but a warning blow - but she would certainly be bruised at some point.