Salazar looked up with a mischievous smile. "Very well, little raven." He spoke in parseltongue, reaching into his cloak and pulling out his snakewood wand, placing it down onto the table.  He was known to be rather cunning, it surprised him that Rowena even though of playing this game with him. Then again, she often did.<br/><br/>He picked up one of her books before pacing up to her. He stood close, his free hand lifting to cup one side of her face. The wizard looked into her eyes intently, holding her gaze as he leaned in. "Give me the Knotgrass. Or this goes into the fire." He threatened, holding up the book that he'd flicked through moments ago. A smirk possessed his face as his hand dropped from her cheek and was held out, ready for the ingredient to be placed into his palm.<br/><br/>Slytherin knew it wasn't fair to play on her soft spot like that, but he had a list of things he wanted to complete today. He couldn't do that without the Knotgrass. He watched her expectantly, waiting for her to give in. If she did, he would give her back the book.