"I. Hmm. Okay."
She lets go of him so she can pace back and forth a bit, getting her thoughts in order.
"...I think I might really need you to understand this," she says slowly. "I think it might be really important." She turns back toward him. "What I want to do with you is have a mutually enjoyable time. If we are doing something together that I otherwise find fun, but you're not enjoying it, that's not in any sense a success at me doing things I want to do. Like—imagine if I'd gone to see the Hunger Games with you, and then afterward I'd said that I'd found the movie really upsetting and the whole time had been barely restraining myself from running out of the room crying. Would you think 'oh, my girlfriend sacrifices so nobly to make sure we do the things together that I want to do', or would you think 'what the fuck, what the fuck, never do that again, what did I do wrong to cause this, what the fuck'?"