Though the assassin had been to one to call her the opposite of flawless, hearing those words roll off William's tongue causes the woman to flinch. Of course she didn't think she was flawless and nor did she want anyone else to think she was, it was a simple truth that Will stated. Looking away from him she misses the confusion playing on his features and the anger that seems to boil just beneath his skin. Those were the last emotions Vhalla would have expected to see cross the British man's face. When the waiter bustles around the room she focuses on him if only to not look at William.

She sees her date watching out of the corner of her eyes staring at the worker as well and perhaps she would have laughed given other circumstances. It felt like an eternity and at the same time not long enough. She was almost disappointed when the waiter fled the room, Vhal wasn't ready to be alone with the Hunter, if only she was certain he would storm from their cozy dinner. Letting her eyes travel across the food spread about the table, she watches the steam roll off the food and feels her stomach clench in anticipation. Not for the food, for William's reaction.

Startled, her gaze flashes back to him feeling his hands gently touching her arms. She can't help but tense beneath his touch. Why was he still here? The man should have taken off into the hills ages ago. Listening to him speak she begins to shake her head at his statement, her glare shooting daggers in his direction, "How could you possibly understand, Will?" she bites out digging her nails into her arms leaving crescent shapes in their wake. "My life is not my own, it's not norm-," she's cut off by the man pulling away from her.

She felt suddenly cold with the absence of his touch.

Furrowing her brows in confusion she watches Will drop his jacket onto a nearby chair and begin to undo his buttons with deft hands. Immediately dropping her hands to her side her eyes widen in almost fear as she looks over her should as if she were plotting her escape routes, "What are you doing?" she breathes quietly under her breath as she takes a step away from him. What she did not expect was the man to turn around and drop the fabric from his shoulders to reveal his back.

Somewhere in that woman's mind of hers she appreciates the curve of his back, the muscle rippling beneath his skin. But what her blue eyes are drawn to are the criss-cross of scars layering his back. Sucking in a breath she stays frozen to place for a moment before crossing the distance between the two and reaching out a hesitant hand to trail one of the scars. Is this what Will felt? That she wasn't mutilated but a survivor? Though her scars were decidedly more rigid and a touch more horrifying to look at it was as if something clicked in her brain.

Then again, the moment Will saw them, if he ever saw them, could still have the British man back peddling away from her.

Instead, she pushes that thought away as she trails her now cold fingers across the scars before stepping away as he begins to re-button his shirt. Putting less distance between them she still moves away and watches him quietly. Her expression still guarded but her hands are held limply at her sides now. Watching his deft fingers over the buttons she refuses to meet his gaze until he's finished. It was the use of "Master" that has Vhalla flinching clearly before him a wave of fear rolling through her eyes before she conceals it. The assassin supposed that it was only a matter of time before the Hunter found out, she hadn't been discreet with him and he was decidedly a very smart man.

Breathing through her nose deeply, she lets her hands clamp into fists at her side as she closes her eyes briefly to control the battle of emotions in her mental state. When he eyes open again she sees the hand extended to her and she eyes it for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it had been only moments. Hesitantly she reaches out with her own chilly hands and places it in his before being pulled to him. Releasing a shuddering breath, the witch is no longer tense beneath Will's hands but she is silent for a long while, letting him hold onto her.

"I won't apologize for who I am, William," she whispers into his shirt, her eyes studying his buttons as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.