"You do have a choice, Hal. Remember, you explained it to me. How it's different for you than it was for me. I had to have it, to survive. You don't. You just think you do. It's an addiction. But an addiction is only a want, Hal, not a need. An addiction can be overcome." She watched him carefully as he edged closer to her. She hated it, knowing he could hear it, practically feel it as her heartbeat quicked. The fear. It wouldn't deter him. Not like this. It would likely only serve to bring the animal out further. Label her as prey. Oh, she wished she hadn't rushed Regina out of the house so quickly earlier. What if he did something? She had no defenses. Nothing at all. For all intents and purposes, she was prey.
"I don't want to," she said, her voice coming out much softer than she'd intended for it to. She'd never actually been in this position before, not on this side of things. It was terrifying. Knowing the monster was there, just under the surface waiting to strike, but having absolutey no clue when or even if it would take the opportunity or just make her squirm.
She shook her head, denying what he was asking, because that's what he'd told her to do, no matter how much he begged or pleaded, no matter how much sense it actually made, she had to tell him no. Because it did. It did make sense, if only because that's how they worked in her world. Even a little could satisfy for while and then you were fine-- "No," the word flew out of her mouth, "no, you, you said that even a little, it would bring him closer, not keep him away. You think you can trick me by reasoning it out and you can't." she said, taking a few careful steps away. And just a moment too late, she realized that was a mistake.