More, she thinks. She needs more, for all that he's driving into her as hard and fast as he had been before in her other opening. Claudia had come to grips a while ago that she'd basically become driven by sex, needing to fulfill Lucifer's whims with her, but this was different. He'd used her ass more for the humiliation and denial, but Gabriel made her want this, need it. "You...did something."

Not an accusation, exactly. She had asked what he wanted her to be. She just had assumed he would tell her in the teasing way he sometimes did, making her want what he described with loving, painful detail.