[ her mouth turns down in a deep frown, eyebrows pulling together. she manages to hide most of the sting of rejection behind a mask of some other kind of upset, confusion and a little bit of anger mingling together. ]

And you think I'm good for anyone? I'm not asking you to be good, Derek, and if I wasn't I wouldn't be asking you to be good for me. I want you to be good for you.

[ her bright eyes blaze as she steps forward, keeping him pinned against the wall. she'll back off, but only after she's made her point. ]

You're not doing anything to me at all. If I asked you to stop, you would. I know that, you know that. I'm asking you not to stop. [ against her will, the hardness drains away from her expression, leaving only rejection. ] Please.