[More unfortunateness, Porgie. During that long stare, she was anticipating from his deer-in-headlights expression that something would happen, and she's already tensed and ready to leap from the bed, completely naked, and beat him to the bedroom door. It suddenly seems extremely important to keep him from leaving, if only because he wants to.]
Not so fast, Georgie boy. [Her hands are behind her on the doorknob, and with a small grunt of effort she sends a flare of Hellfire-heat from them so the knob's internal mechanism is melted and unusable. They're trapped now- or he is.]