"It's not bullshit," Damien countered back, "And you know it. That's why you are mad, not just for my part. But for hers. Honestly, look at me. Do I really look like someone who can overcome one such as her, one of such great magical power? I think not." He paused, looking him over like an insect. "I'd be more worried about you hurting her. And you have. We both know those marks on her arms didn't appear by accident. And yet you claim to love her.. well. I guess it's human nature to hurt those we love."
Oh, he hoped he was getting to him. He was pleased that the lamp and door had worked, though not as much as he wanted. There was still more potentially dangerous objects around. But he was also good at dealing psychological damage. And now there was another threat. "And why would I do that? because you will curse me? You want to kill me. You want me to scream, to cry in pain. To be at your mercy because your girl could not say no. She could have. She did not tell me to stop. But look at you know.. all angry and hateful. Seems that I win after all. Hate me more, it just makes you mine in the end. If you do what I think you want to do? And then if you die? Ohhhhh... my father will love to make you his personal project down there. I'll even visit on occasion to give him some.. creative ideas."
Which probably wasn't true, but Teddy might not be so sure. Nevertheless, something had to be done. "But if you do something like torment me.. you will have become what you despise. You will be like those your parents fought against. You really want her to be yours again? You want to.. deal? What is in it for me? Maybe you can take her place. Or gain something in return for doing as you ask. And it better be you asking. Not telling. Say pretty please and I might consider it. There is also the matter of the damage you caused. You're lucky you aren't dead right now. Still considering it." he hadn't once stepped back when Teddy approached, but remained where he was. Damien thought he held the cards here. Teddy could curse or maim him, but Victiore was still his apostate. And only he could release her. "The fact is, whatever you do to me, if it impairs me in any way.. no matter what you did, it wouldn't restore her. And that's what you want more than anything. Ripping out my throat would only serve to prevent me from changing it."