She squirmed like a restless child, "Satan is always unpleasant and smug. As far as this is concerned he knew it'd happen as soon as he gave me your address." she took his chin in her hand, "I always get what I want. The question remains for you to 'figure out' what you want. Which really isn't that hard. Either you want to fuck me. Or you don't. What more is there?" she really didn't understand what the problem was.