"Then you are a careless fool," he hissed, his nose close enough to touch hers as he looked into her eyes, murmuring, "because I’m not letting go of your throat until you change your mind or lose consciousness, Miss Granger. And I pray that in that time you will realise the danger you are in and abandon your irrational desire to be at my mercy ever again." She met his gaze, gasping helplessly, but stopped fighting his grip as she slipped her hands from his fingers to his wrist in a near-caress. As her vision started to fade at the periphery, she kept her eyes on his as long as she could. Awareness started to ebb, replaced by a sense of peace and she smiled softly at him as her vision faded to black. 