Why the assassin did it she couldn't put a finger on it. Of course, she would never invite Will over to her own place given the circumstances, yet she was rather ridiculous giving out Sam's address willy nilly. The faerie queen obviously was worried about being hunted down, the last thing she needed was strangers showing up at her place. The assassin decided she could stand him up if she needed to but no matter anyway she looked at it, she put herself in a tight position. She didn't want the man showing up at Sam's apartment unannounced without her there. She barely knew the man she kissed in the alleyway the previous night.

Cursing to herself she finds herself outside the apartment that had already held so many memories for the assassin. Pacing back and forth along the sidewalk, Vhal is uncertain to go in, perhaps she would wait outside until the man came to pick her up. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach until she felt sick. The woman had never been on a date for pleasure, only for work. She couldn't imagine anyone, for that matter, to want to take the vulgar witch out on a date, yet last night he simply asked her out. She should have pretended to not hear him and continue on walking, although, if she had done that she had a sinking feeling he would find her again anyways.

Heaving a heavy sigh, she stiffens at the female voice calling her name. Shit. She had thought Sam was already home. Cursing again under her breath she turns on a heel and faces the faerie queen as she makes her way closer. Plastering a strained smile onto her face she clasps her hands behind her back and she fidgets with her fingers. As the queen questions her she begins to reply until Sam interrupts her and with the faerie's next words cause a rush of anger to flash through her eyes, "I thought you said you couldn't read minds," she accuses Sam, glaring daggers at the woman.

Attempting to take a step away she doesn't get far when she feels the woman clasp her hand and drag her inside. As much as she wanted to growl at the faerie the nerves took over again as Vhalla lets the woman drag her into the apartment. Following Sam obediently into the bedroom she stands awkwardly, her black suit stark against the bright bedroom. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing," she grumbles at the faerie refusing to take a seat. She had patched up the suit between her breasts with a delicate hand and the scratch on her neck scabbed over nicely, it was surprisingly unnoticeable.

"Don't worry about the outfit, I was just going to go in my suit. I'm not even sure if he was serious, I only showed up here because I gave him an address and didn't want a stranger at your apartment," she rambles, the nerves causing her to speak more than she normally would. Finally, she plops down on the edge of the bed crossing her legs as her foot bounces wildly. "Seriously, Sam. You don't need to find me an outfit. What I'm more interested in is how you read my mind, you told me when we first met that you couldn't do that," she quickly changes the subject letting a touch of betrayal enter her voice, eyes narrowing at the faerie queen.