Danielle was a little stunned at the severity, but she had saw him kill people for apparently less in her divination vision. "Don't talk." Still....on some level...she thought, what? It was just a little surprising. She remembered when they first started dating and those drunks were getting too worked up. It took Samuel about all of five seconds to have them barely alive on the floor, begging for forgiveness while trying to treat the burns. Whatever happened to that?
"Seems like it's been a bit too long since you had to use any of your proper magic instead of just practicing research methods. I remember when that guy would've been lucky if all he had to worry about was being turned into a frog." Partly joking, she...didn't seriously blame him for this, did she? She definitely was more angry at the thug. And she would get him back for that, definitely.
"Well, you're alive. The body will heal....he won't be so lucky. But...not quite yet. Stupid asshole or not, he hasn't worn out his use. The minute he does though....well...I'm not as delicate as I look."