Teagan kept her eyes away from him for a second longer. Turning back, she was glad he wasn't smirking anymore. "It wasn't abrupt. Abrupt would have been if we started to do something else then I pulled away," she said, trying to sound confident. She was failing miserably here and she knew it. But she was too stubborn to back down and concede his point. Her eyes moved away again. She kept facing him, but she stared above him at the wall behind him. She could barely look at him in the eye right now. It was too embarrassing, too telling. "How is my behavior saying otherwise, may I ask? I mean, granted, I'm not on your lap anymore, but it's not like I've got up from the couch and acted as though something was wrong. Now have I?"