Oddly he smiles in response to her remark, leaning down to bring their faces even closer.

"Why would I want to frighten you, miss Swann? I'll leave that to the man we are going to rescue. He seemed to have a keener interest on you than I ever did, after all."

Then he laughs, a genuinely pleased laughter, and looks down at his hand as he flexes it, watching the play of sinew and muscle under the skin. His gaze returns to her, a hard and merciless stare which is not a threat, merely a test.

"Do you really want to know, miss Swann? Do you really want to know what death feels like?"