For a moment, the tears took Elise off balance. She relaxed and almost consider apologizing again. Maybe she was wrong? Maybe home was a better place for him. ‘Why are you being this way?’ She didn’t completely understand why either. She was sure there was some sort of psychological explanation behind it. But just as she started to consider why it might be, Max took the moment to bolt. Reacting quickly she snaked her arm around his waist and, perhaps using a little more force than she should have, she pulled him back towards the room by his center. Soon enough she had him pinned against the wall with her body, and her hands holding his arms to the wall as well. “I can guarantee you that you will get tired of standing here before I will,” She stated, her voice and expression hard as she stared intensely into his eyes. "Please don't struggle any more. There are a lot of other was I could hold you but they aren't all this easy." If she was honest with herself, the heat of his body was distracting and the scent of him was equally difficult to think past. She was closer now than to him than she could have ever gotten during their dances. Then, suddenly, her facial expression softened, though her eyes never left his. “I’m trying to tell you that I’d determined not to be like those people in your past. I’m trying to convince you that it doesn’t have to be like that.”