Taking her glare as a yes, he smiled a dangerous smile and purred, "That’s a good girl now, Granger." She felt her core tighten deliciously at his praise, however degrading it may seem to her later on. She had made up her mind now, she didn’t want to falter and let him win. He expected her to beg him to let her go, get scared and never look his direction again; she needed to stand firm so he couldn’t best her and hold it over her head. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She definitely didn’t like the way he was talking to her or how he touched her. Not at all. Not one bit.