Warrington and Trish
His hand went from her throat to her chest, pressing flat above her heart. He wasn't trying to grope her, no, he was merely enjoying the thrum of her heartbeat. The fear. He lived for it.
"Oh no. Your apology should be going to the woman you berated. Though I'm not certain she heard you, so...you may have lucked out." He chuckled in her ear before he dug the wand into her throat harder. "Maybe. Are you going to behave now? If you do, you'll get to leave here without a scratch."