(OOC: Let me know if this is too much)
His deamnor did a complete turn, his eyes darkened and the smirk that seemed to prepetually be on his lips faded. At least he didn't have to play nice anymore. "And whose going to send me back? You? You don't know the first thing about this kind of magic."
In a flash he was at her side on the other side of the counter, reaching out he pressed her up against the wall, his tone dark and low as he continued. "Or maybe you're hoping Octavius will. I'm sorry to say that won't be happening any time soon. I'm quite content with him and he just doesn't have the strength of will to fight back at the moment. So, it's just you and me now and I suggest that you be a good girl. You mortals think you are something because you can do a little magic? That's not even half of what I could do to you, or Malachi, or Truth..." he placed Octavius' hand against her stomach, "or this child."