For a moment, he almost had her. Rose wasn't wholly immune to mesmerism, nor was she particularly susceptible to it. She felt the pull like she felt his breath on her ear - warm, but light and brief, her lashes fluttering just barely. Maybe if it had been something she wanted... parts of the offer tempted. To feel alive, to be satisfied. But Rose didn't like pain and never had. She endured it for the sake of her job and no more. And he'd proven already that he didn't truly care about what she wanted.
"The irony, of course, is that you aren't alive," she said after a second, twisting the handle within his grip and stepping through the door. "For the last time. I am not interested. Please leave."