"Don't be." It really wasn't his fault, so she flashed him a smile. "The thing didn't last past you putting my back to the wall. The rest was me, and if it hadn't been for... things... I'd've been more than happy to have you."

It was truer than it had been while the compulsion had been driving her. The compulsion wanted anyone in range, but she wanted him enough to feel guilty, still, and step away very slightly. Being too far away to touch easily would have to help.