"Good magic," he scoffs in return, just barely not rolling his eyes. "I can count on one hand how many good witches I've ever run into."

He knows she's powerful, but that doesn't stop him. It doesn't scare him. Goes with the whole gig of not feeling emotion, of not living beyond a base level. So his lip curls in a sneer, and he lifts his chin slightly, teeth bared.

"Go ahead," he says in a light voice, as if he could care less. "Even if you kill me, I'll be back. And we can do this dance all over again."

Eyes glinting, trace amounts of malice present, he adds:

"This is what you're getting out of the deal, Prue. No matter what you do, you have to live with what's happened. Live with me."