Her expression closed in. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. She'd use sex as a weapon so many times in her long life. She'd never come across man or woman that she couldn't manipulate if she tried hard enough. And yet from him? Nothing. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but at least she'd been expecting something. But he didn't touch her, he didn't react to her, he was just...Castiel. And, as much experience as she had with humans, and human men in particular, he wasn't like them. Part of her felt bizarrely let down. It wasn't just about him being a man and her being a half naked woman standing inches from him...it was about him just being him, and her just being her. She wanted him to react to her. For once, she wanted someone to reach out to her first. And yet, even serving herself up on a platter, there was nothing. She instantly regretted not only her closeness to him at that particular moment, but also her closeness to him in general. For the first time since becoming a demon, she felt like she'd embarrassed herself. She'd been embarrassing herself since the moment she'd kissed him in his small apartment.
She pulled away from him a touch too hastily to be entirely natural, dragging the coat with her. She draped it around her shoulders and slid her arms through the sleeves, suddenly desperate to cover herself up. The coat swallowed her. The sleeves were much too long, and it nearly touched the ground around her bare feet. She held it tightly closed as she turned her back on him and escaped into her open bedroom. Picking up the tiny remote, she turned off her music and stood, seething and confused.
"What did you want, Castiel?" she snapped. "Run out of food? Forget how to use the TV remote? What?"
She wasn't sure if he deserved her sudden irritation, but she didn't care. She'd made a fool of herself and someone was going to have to pay for that. She'd punish herself later, she was sure. She'd replay this little scene over and over again and feel ludicrously human and ashamed. For now, she'd settle for hiding in her anger. It was her safe haven.