Okay, here my take...
***Weapon***
He really should have a license for it, because it was a killer one. Unlike a speeding bullet there was no escape. There was no shelter save enough to not be affected by it. There was no place far enough away to not be attracted towards it. Nothing could help her against it. Unlike anything else he did, he didn’t use this weapon, his worst weapon, carefully. In fact he was rather reckless with it, maybe unaware of its incredible power. While she usually didn’t feel threatened by it, it was hell when he melted away her anger: with his smile.
