"No." It wasn't a no to his advances, it was a no to his obstinate insistence on brushing this away. It made Claire angry in a distant way, which maybe was progress from the numb, but the distantness of it didn't inspire any hope.
"It's not over. Don't you get it?" she asked, gripping his shirt as her knuckle turned white. "Why don't you understand? You don't need this."
Why couldn't he understand what she was telling him? How much more descriptive did it need to be than she'd gutted a human, soulless demon shell of a human-vampire though it was?
"I want him to pay," she said, the clarification paused briefly by another of those dry sobs that had tapered off during the drive, "to suffer. He's going to suffer. And you don't need this."