"No, you being here doesn't upset me." She thought about that statement, wondering how true it was. Maybe 50/50. His presence did upset her, but not for the reasons he most likely thought. He confused her in body and mind, leaving her wrong footed almost every time they spoke. She missed the easier days. The days before Crowley had taken her, broken her, forced her to rebuild herself. She'd been less aware of herself, maybe, but she'd been safer that way. Stronger. Stupider. She looked up at him, her expression curious.
"You're the only one who cares if I live or die in this hell hole, so no, I don't want you to leave. Most of the time." She rolled her eyes, self deprecatingly. "But you gotta help a girl out, feathers." Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she clutched at the lapels of the coat. There would be wrinkles in them later from her grip. "When you got here tonight, you wanted me." It wasn't a question. "Why don't you ever take what you want, Castiel? I'm giving it away for free over here."
Part of her wanted to look away again, but she wanted to see his face more. She wanted to watch him consider the question in that slow, thoughtful way of his.