Backed up against a tree, how very convenient. One arm still sliding to finally grab the stake from her and the other leaning on the tree keeping her from getting past him easily, Hal watched her for a moment, still amused that she was so unable to do what she'd promised she would. She would never hurt him, never kill him, she wasn't capable of it. Love was hilarious really. But owing him, that was still decidedly relevant and he hadn't quite worked out just what it was he wanted from her yet.
"What do I want, well really, there's a lot. Blood, power, sex the usual. Its a messy world out there and frankly it saddens me that I can't be as prolific as I can at home. You helped Lily escape, you saved Lydia from me. At some point you are going to have to back off, or we'll keep winding back up here won't we. You threatening to stake me, never quite having the guts to. Cute as it is, I'm busy."
Finally getting a grip on the branch she'd decided was a stake he wrenched it from her grasp and threw it away. Oh he knew what ghosts were capable of, she could have it, or another in seconds. But she didn't want one. If she'd wanted to stake him, she'd have tried already. Her hands now free his own moved to pin her at the tree, eyes no longer black but still with no humanity behind them. There was nothing of the man she had loved.
"I'm going to kill more people, recruit more people and you, you're going to watch, because if they get me, if you stake me, or if you let them do it, you'll fade too, won't you? I'm keeping you here, have they even asked? Have any of them even worried about you enough? Potter didn't, too busy welling up enough hate to shatter his daughters opinion of him forever, Lydia, its not you she cares about its the attack dog. Who would miss you, if you were gone. I would." he added almost tauntingly.
"You reacted, when I kissed you, don't deny it. Promise to be good, promise to play things my way, and maybe I'll give you that again."