His question and the suggestion that he might be okay with rougher than normal sex shakes her out of her afterglow. She stares at him, more than just a bit conflicted. She's not doing BDSM. She doesn't want to hurt him, she wants him to bleed and to die. It isn't the same thing at all.

"No."

She softens a bit and remembers who she's supposed to be. "No... that isn't what I need. I didn't mean to hurt you."

It's absolutely no fun she realizes, if he likes it.