In the bedroom, Pat had no idea what was going on as she crouched next to the bed, taking deep breaths in an attempt to gain control over the raging pain in her ears; along with that, the ringing was back, keeping her from hearing anything Willow and the intruder were saying or doing to each other, fear washing over her as she realized that this could mean all sorts of horrible things for her partner.

With the dreadful mental images of the man hurting her wife and their child sending a surge of adrenaline through her body, Pat managed to get to her feet, staggering slightly, but staying upright after a moment of intense concentration; gritting her teeth, she moved on to the door leading to the living room, telling herself that no matter how she felt, she'd kick the intruder's butt if he had done as much as harmed a hair on Willow's head.

Using that determination to stay on her feet, the demon stepped into the living room; and moments later, red, hot rage flooded her as she saw her wife up against the wall, her hands bound above her head with some sort of spell, and the man in front of her, standing so close to her that he was almost pressed against her, one hand caressing her cheek, his lips moving as he mumbled something she couldn't quite hear to her, the ringing in her ears still too loud to let her pick up what he was saying.

"Get the Hell away from her", Pat pressed out, clenching her fists as she took yet another step, then stopped, not wanting to put Willow in danger; her first and foremost goal had to be getting this guy away from her, and once there'd be enough of a distance between him and her, she could focus on taking him out.

"You're up faster than I would have expected", he replied loudly, making sure she could hear him, as he turned his head to look at her; and moments later, Willow made good use of the fact that her legs were free, gritting her teeth in a snarl remarkably similar to those her wife often showed when angry as she jerked one knee up, something he clearly had not expected from someone who usually used magic in combat, a strangled noise coming from him when she hit him right in his privates.

Momentarily, Pat was surprised as well, not having expected this from her wife, even though she had seen her do just that once before; she got over her surprise quickly though, already moving again while the man still was going down to his knees, grabbing him at the collar and hoisting him back up before he could land on them.

"End that spell", she snarled at him, shaking him when he didn't react at once, ignoring how drastically his facial colour had gone from rather healthy to a pasty white, "or I'll start breaking bones until you do. Do it! Now."

The last word came out as a low growl, dark satisfaction briefly joining her anger when he paled even further in response, not only having expected the alarm spell to take her out longer, but also quite scared of her all too obvious strength and her willingness to hurt him, remembering what he had heard about her and how unscrupulous she was when it came to violence – especially against those who had harmed her partner, or even only had planned to do so.

"What she did to you just now?" the demon went on when he didn't end the spell fast enough for her liking, "I can do things which are a hundred, a thousand times worse. End the spell."

He nodded hurriedly, as far as her grip on him allowed it, and brought up his hand; too late, Willow saw the glint of malice flash up in his eyes, but before she could call out a warning, he had snapped a single word, and a second later, a brief, but loud bang echoed through the apartment, something which normally wouldn't have much of an effect on the demon, but now was enough to make her cry out as fresh pain flashed up in her ears, another bang swiftly following the first, forcing her to let go of him as she staggered back, her hands almost automatically coming up to cover her ears again.

Straightening up, his pain clearly forgotten or, Willow had to realize, probably taken care of by his magic, Morgan gave the demon a cold look as she fought to stay on her feet; his eyes narrowed, and he ignored the cry of "No!" the witch let out as he flung up one arm, using the same spell against the black haired woman as he had against her earlier, the blast hitting her and sending her flying, a low grunt coming from her as she hit the carpet on the other end of the room.

"I'm sure someone with your level of power can figure out how to break these bonds sooner or later", Morgan told the witch as he turned towards her again, making sure to stay out of reach now so she couldn't kick him again, "I have to admit, your alarm spell and the fast recovery of your partner made my original plan rather obsolete, but, as you surely agree, one of the greatest talents a magic user can have is the ability to improvise."

He smiled at her, then moved his hand yet again, her eyes going wide when a dagger made of purple-blackish light appeared in his grip; and even though it was made of pure magic, it looked solid enough to do some serious damage, her heart rate reaching new heights when he turned towards her lover.

"I was hoping the explosion would kill her, you know", he almost amiably told her as he walked towards her, taking his time, his confidence only making this worse, telling her that, even though he knew she could break the spell sooner or later, he didn't expect her to do so anytime soon, "and that her death would be enough to let you tap into this enormous power you just carry around, in the far back of your mind."

"Believe me, you don't want me to tap into that", Willow gave back, eager to keep him talking if this meant that she could keep him from harming her partner until she had figured something out, "whenever I did that, very unpleasant things happened. Usually to people who made me angry."

"Like your flaying of the young man, huh", Morgan wanted to know, raising an eyebrow at the shocked look which showed on her face in response, sounding honestly surprised when he went on. "What, you thought I didn't know that? After I heard of you and your enormous potential, I did some research of course. I'm not a fool to go up against someone like you without knowing about them, you know! So I learned about your power, and about the amazing things you did with this power…"

"Not so amazing, unless you count the white magic", Willow countered, flexing her fingers as part of her mind was focused on the magic binding her, trying to find a way to undo the spell before he could remember what he had been about to do and harm her partner after all; briefly, she had the hope that Pat would come back around in time to prevent this, but so far, she still laid motionless on the carpet, and even if she did wake up, he would just cause another bang with his magic and incapacitate her yet again.

"Quite amazing", he argued back, to her relief having stopped his approach of the demon for now, "the flaying alone was impressive, but all the rest… and still, you didn't even use a tenth of that power, even though it's right there. Such a waste. And this is why I'm here."

"You're not gonna make me use it", Willow spat, raising her voice when he started moving towards her partner again, "and hurting her won't change that! Leave her alone!"

"You misunderstand", he replied, briefly glancing at her again, a cold, cruel smile on his face, now, "my plan is not to make you it. There's no benefit in that for me. No, I'm not going to make you use that power, Willow. I'm going to take it from you."