Adrian stalked across the flat and took a moment to watch her writhe on the ground. She didn't scream, always a disappointment, but he supposed it was possible part of the spell had missed her. Once she had calmed, he leaned down and attempted to grab her by the collar of her shirt, not nearly as pleasantly as if she'd only taken his outstretched hand. Enough was enough.
"Very cute," he growled into her ear, kneeling over her. "But you'd do well not to attempt to run away again. I know curses plenty worse. You're welcome to try my patience but I'd suggest cooperation if you'd like to keep your legs. Now get on your feet."
Yes, unfortunately for Hannah, the only one going anywhere near her this evening was a Knight on a black horse leading her to a far darker wizard.