He snarls and steps back towards her before he catches himself and snuffs out the flames. Part of him is disappointed that she won't fight him, but even he isn't suicidal enough to take her on here and now. He wants to tear her apart but he isn't sure that he'd win.

"You'll wish you had," he sneers at her, spit on his lips. If she does have allies, he'll find them. He'll take them apart and make sure that she knows it's because she refused to work with him in this.