Daphne eyed him when he made his threat. She really had to resist saying You're going to bite my tongue for me....? The words echoing in her mind made a cruel smirk curl on her lips. A smirk that likely shouldn't have shown on her lips. It quickly vanished when she realized her struggle initially only made him grasp her arm tighter. The grasp on her wand was firm as she realized he wasn't scared of her wand.
"Let. Me. Go." She growled, her gaze narrowing on him just as much as his was narrowed on her. "You don't have anything to say to me that I haven't bloody well heard before, and if you don't let go of my arm, I will rip your arm off." Daphne was really getting tired of this, especially the constant harassment from Death Eaters. They really couldn't take no as an answer, could they? Daphne had nothing against them, she just wasn't cut out for Death Eater following. She would rather stay as far away from muggles and mudbloods as possible, and that included killing, torturing, and capturing them. Any sort of mingling left her feeling tainted, and filthy. Her family were purebloods, and they planned on staying purebloods, but she wasn't about to go and join a group of homicidal maniacs to guarantee that her name would forever be pure.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, his grasp on her arm was actually starting to hurt, and she knew it was going to leave an ugly bruise. As if the cat scratching her cheek wasn't bad enough, now she was going to have a bruise on her arm. Without warning, a blasting charm shot out from her wand, aimed straight for Amycus' chest, in attempts to throw him across the room. She didn't care about the package any more, she didn't care about what her father might say, all she wanted to do was get out of this store and go back to the safety of her home.