Doom was evidently aware that she was attempting to harm him as his gloved hand tightened slightly, suggesting the twinges of some pain, but there was nothing else. He was not the sort of man to take chances, clearly.

"If you believe your Eric O'Grady concerns me more than the majority of the Avengers, you are mistaken. But I can preform worse fates than death if you test me, Ms Boleyn. What Doom dictates, Doom accomplishes." He followed her at a comfortable distance as she spoke. "Your magic comes from untapped sources, willed to you via the memory and genetic code of your ancestor, Morgan Le Fay. She and I have been... close, in the past. Regardless, that level of magic control at such an early stage requires investigation. In the meantime until I am ready for you, you shall remain Doom's... guest."