Oh a better attempt. A much better attempt. Though there was still too much emotion, too much anger, too much for her to feast on and she was tempted to just stay.
Instead he pulled out, still in control, smiling. "Better," she said softly. "Not good, but better." She would not praise where it did not belong. "You still feel too much," she said. "You replace one feeling for another, which means I still have a way in. When you can block your feelings, then you can lock your mind."
With a flick of her wrist she aimed a hex at the girl, stinging her left arm. Then another doing the same to her right shoulder. "Block it off," she said. "Stop feeling. No anger, no irritation, nothing, just retaliate."