"First of all, if that was a sexual innuendo, it wasn't a very good one, my grandmother could do better." His smirk widened, causing her heart to stutter uncomfortably in her chest. She ignored it, continuing on, "Second of all, you'll have to just go ahead and excuse me for not believing you, given our history." She took a step in his direction, wand still squarely aimed at him. "You're about twelve seconds from getting cursed for the simple fact that you're getting on my nerves. So, I'll ask again, and for the final time: what do you want?"