"No, I don't, I--" Allison fell over her words as the padlock was removed, a mixture of anger, confusion and hurt. Anger that he'd brought up Scott even as she prepared herself for sex, confusion at exactly what to do, and how to avoid hurting either of them, and hurt that she was now being pushed away, minutes after declaring that she was his.
"... You get what I need." She muttered, slipping a hand out through the bars to grab onto his wrist, lightly. "You know what I need before I can say it." It wasn't a promise to choose him, or an apology that she wouldn't - she was still deciding, and he'd told her that was okay.
"I don't want to talk about it any more." She said, stubbornly. "I just... want us to go back to where we were. Just now."