[ The way he narrows his eyes at her this time is far more of a warning - although, knowing him as well as she does, she may notice that there's no rage behind it, like there would have been. Temper flaring, all bright and hot.

There's coldness there instead, now. He came back here prepared to do what was necessary. ]

I have no present need to kill anyone. Eleanor's a smart woman. She'll see that the only way the wind remains in her favor...

[ A gesture of the bottle. Yes, she's got a point, but so what. ]

...is if she aligns her path with mine.