If she could breathe, then her breath would have hitched at the touch of his hand. As it was, after a moment's pause, she practically snarled at him.
"You don't have what it takes to make me feel anything. Good for you, you don't hold back, no restrictions, blah blah blah, you really think that's going to be enough to make me feel? You think you're that impressive?"
He was right though. A small part of her wondered, wondered if maybe he was capable of doing anything, if maybe she could be enough of a distraction to stop him killing anyone else, and maybe he'd be able to make her feel something in the process.
"What do you want? You talk about not going around in circles, what do you fucking want from me? Come on, you were talking to Potter about trading for me, now you've got me, what are you going to do about it?" A wind picked up, a wind driven by her anger and frustration, hating herself for still seeing Hal in him, just hints of, yes, but enough to make her hurt. Leaves fluttered around the pair of them as she glared at him so much that he would have burst into flames if that was a ghost power.