[A scowl turns her lips upside down, features hardening as she reaches inside his coat.]
Before I even attempt to move on, lets get some things straight.
[Fingers curl around the cool weapon hidden upon him, forcing it out. Removing the safety the weight of the gun rests against her heart.]
Stop treating me as special. If you're really so cold as to want the extinction of the pureblood, then wrap your finger around that trigger and shoot. If you hit my heart, even I can die.