Daphne looked up at his eyes again when he spoke. She ignored the amusement in his tone, not being bothered by it at all. He could be as amused as he want, he wouldn't be amused for long. He would be turned on, wanting release, which she would probably deny him at first. She reached up and trended her fingers through her hair, trailing it down to the tips below her shoulder.
"You may not say so," she snapped, placing a hand on her hips. "Don't speak unless I actually address you. It'd make it so much easier for me that way." She paused. "And no, you won't be conjuring anything. Anything that is conjured I'll do." If she didn't put so much stake in magic, she'd probably try to demand his wand. But she wouldn't leave a wizard defenseless unless she was doing it to defend herself. Draco wasn't going to hurt her.
"So, tell me, Malfoy - and I am talking to your directly now - what do you want?"