Latch on his neck she did indeed, drew blood even by digging heavy welts into the skin about his throat. Astrophel hissed, snapped his chin back and his eyes flashed brilliant blue once more then went wide and black. He laughed and used her proximity to latch his large hands onto her hips.
She was fast, but he was strong. Astrophel lifted her and stepped forward; three heavy strides later he had her practically thrown onto that counter. The candle that was there went flying and he moved his hands up from her hips to her hands where he ripped them from his neck. His breathing was labored but his grin never left.
"Just questioning who it lies with now," he murmured. "Now that the Dark Lord is gone who will you look to now?"