[Congratulations, Emma, you did it -- you managed to surprise the thousand-year-old spirit. His eyes widen at first before narrowing again, his casually amused look being wiped away like quicksand, only to be replaced by something darker, more hateful. He hisses his words at her, almost seeming to gain some sick delight in their content.]
It doesn't matter. Even if he is found, soon... he won't last long.