She wants to get in his face? Okay, great. He can do that, too. In fact, he's pressing into her hands, growling as his eyes go murderously dark.

"You want to talk about imposter?!" he barks back, "I am Blackbeard. Blackbeard doesn't do talent shows or braid hair. And I certainly don't answer to Stede-Fucking-Bonnet."

He takes a step forward, looming over her to make her feel small. "Don't bother fucking threatening me, then. Just do it. Kill me and I vow that when I return- and I will fucking return, that I'll make it so you pray for death."