She was scared and it showed, especially once forced to put her wand down, granted it was still within reach, but what was to stop him from casting mid grasp. In addition the potions she had used to make her look like a male were beginning to ware off. The excess hair shed away, the tone of her voice grew in pitch, her height came down a bit. Soon what stood before him was a strikingly beautiful woman in baggy drag.

Deep hues of chocolate embedded behind almond shape lids pleaded silently for mercy while plump succulent lips quivered in anticipation of what he might do. Her voice though seized with worry sounded of the sweetest angel, "Only when..." She had to fight to keep her baring, her tongue wiping across her upper lip, "When they threaten to out my deepest secret which could possibly leave me and my family homeless, destitute, and with no other option but prostitution." She said. "We can't turn to the muggle work houses, all churches consider us demons at best..." She took a deep breath but could not stop the tears from rolling down her porcelain cheeks. "If you were to tell anyone, I could loose everything I've worked for over my entire life. Would you honestly not do the same?"