"How about you bite your tongue before I take care of it for you?" he asked with a snarl in his voice. The situation had already turned into the complete opposite of what he had hoped everything would. With the anger brewing even more within him, Amycus felt the need to force Daphne upon the ground and strangle the life out of her. Images of that raced through his mind, but ultimately, he had remembered the reason he had entered the shop all together. For now, she was safe from his wrath. Throughout the years, he had killed others in more ways that anyone could possibility imagine, even without the use of his wand. Others underestimated him. Well, he'd show them. He'd show them all, including his sister that everyone thought that he followed around and succumbed to her orders easily. That wasn't the way things went and he was bloody tired of hearing such words. If she had been better, then the Dark Lord would have made her deputy headmistress. Thankfully, for his ego, Alecto wasn't given that title.
As he felt Daphne's body crash against him, Amycus gaze never left her. There was so many possible outcomes that moment could have brought forth that even he was not able to predict. A simple offer was only to be stated. He had thought she would come with him willingly, but even the former Slytherin desired to put up a fight. Before the slap against his cheek followed by the nails tarring down his rough skin, the hood from the cloak had fallen off at her attempt to pull away from him. However, the grasp held firm around her arm. He wasn't about to release the prize that he had wanted so easily, even with the wand aimed directly upon him.
There was no doubt that the marks that she had left behind upon his cheek had already begun to seep blood slowly. Even with that thought upon his mind, it wasn't enough to change his intense expression upon the woman. Allowing his tongue to reach out towards the injured side, it ran up along the inner part of his lip, before not caring too much more about the small incident. It did seem to matter how much more attractive Daphne seemed to be the more defiant that she became with him. There were not many of the opposite sex that he saw in such a way, however, she still couldn't hold a candle next to Alecto though. "Settle the fuck down," he spoke quietly through his clenched jaw. With the arm that still held on tightly to her, Amycus jerked her closer once again to allow the tip of her wand to press against his chest. There was no reason to hold any fear of the moment. Fear was never an option.
"I do not have any intention on harming you. Just settle the fuck down and listen to me," he spat out and narrowed his gaze.