"You don't scare me," she stated. She crossed her arms over her chest. A perfect gesture of defense, he thought.
"I don't? Dear wife," he said calmly, walking towards her. "I should. I killed someone if you don't remember."
"Probably more than one," she spat angrily. But to her chargin, she started to back up. He pursued her. She backed all the way into the counter.
"If you aren't scared of me, why did you back away from me?" His eyes were alight with bitter, angry amusement.
"Bastard," she muttered. Taking a deep breath, she pressed, "What the hell do you mean by saw?"