[When he starts to shove, she just wriggles to get more comfortable. And then because she can:] Oooh, Dean, take me like one of your Angel Girls.
[Which then she starts laughing again, shaking her head.] None of you understand do you? I like to watch. All of it. Should I start crying instead? [She's more than a little broken, her siblings are right. Because empathy had gone the other way. She fed off it. She had to. ]