"I see." With a nonverbal flick of his wrist that was too fast for her to notice, her wand sailed from her sleeve into his hand. His other hand snapped across the desk and clasped around her throat, clenching as he pulled her slightly towards him, bending down until his face was level with hers, his voice low and menacing. "Despite the fact that I am a murderer, that I could poison or kill you without a trace, or even that I could snap your neck here and now, you believe you can trust me?"