She gave him a look that brooked no argument and said, "You'll have to take my word for it then." Since she had neither the intention of casting a curse nor explaining the magic behind it, nor for that mattered explaining how she knew of his kind's death curses.

Regina might have won the battle for will, but black magic was still in her soul. It was an addiction. Even talking about it made her itch for it, and if she gave even a fraction of an inch, it didn't matter that she didn't want to be a dark witch. She would be again. And there would be very little anyone could do to stop her.