Vhalla almost tensed beneath her master's hands as Will casually lets those words roll off his tongue about touching a woman without her consent. She's just barely able to contain the shudder of her master's response and is again surprised at the patience Ivan is possessing in front of William. She would already be beaten bloody if she were to speak to her master this way. As much as she wanted to join in on the conversation she wisely remains silent, though she mentally urges Will to take his leave.

She has a sickening feeling that William wouldn't leave without her though.

"I can assure you, Mr. Holloway, that you will not hear any objections from my pet here about having my hands on her," he responds casually, that amused smirk still playing delicately on his features. As Ivan continues to jab at William not only does her master, but Vhalla sees the sudden shift in the hunter as Ivan speaks about the unspeakable things done between her sheets. The assassin wanted nothing more to tear away from his touch, race towards William and haul him out of her apartment.

Instead she remains rooted beneath Ivan's slender hands, meeting her lover's gaze, holding eye contact with him for but a brief moment. She almost slouches in relief as Will returns the cruel words she threw at him weeks ago and though she knew he was attempting to save her, the pain of hearing those words leave his lips crushed her.

Is this how William felt when she was so cruel to him?

Keeping a tight leash on her emotions from even reaching her eyes she suddenly feels the cold breath of her master's laugh on the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, "You're rather obscene shouting through the door says differently," Ivan states another brow arching in a knowing way. As William continues, he's almost at a rambling point and as he lists Sam off in the conversation, Vhalla physically stiffens beneath her master's hands and Ivan notices immediately, his fingers stopping their stroking of the bite mark and instead grips her shoulders painfully tight.

"Oh? Is that so? Why, Mr. Holloway you have certainly saved me a considerably large chunk of my time on keeping tabs on my little protégé," he smiles wickedly, his fingers curling even tighter around her shoulders. Wincing at his grip, Vhalla remains quiet knowing it would only fuel Ivan more if she were to make any noise. "And yes, she is the best assassin this city has to offer, perhaps the best assassin I have ever trained, if you want to hire her out your target must pass through my consideration," he again offers that disgusting smile, knowing that Will did not have anyone to place a hit on.

Returning his attention to Vhalla he again leans down to speak into her ear, though his words are still carried towards Will, "Have we been lying again, my dear?" he laughs into her ear and for the first time since Will had entered the room, Vhalla speaks, "Of course not, master," she speaks to the ground. There was a sudden pause and then she could feel her hair wrapped in Ivan's hand as he yanks painfully on her hair nearly pulling her straight off her feet.

Unintentionally, she reaches up to relieve the pain in her head by clawing awkwardly at Ivan's hands. Dropping her hands almost as suddenly as she began to reach for his hands, her master clucks his tongue in disappointment, "Now, there's no need to be lying to me Vhalla," he scolds in an almost fatherly tone. "Make sure it doesn't happen again." There is a nod of agreement from Vhalla as she again drops her hands to her side and her master untwines himself from her hair, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her neck, eyes on William, an amused look twinkling in his eye. Straightening up again, he finally steps away from Vhalla, back to his previous position, hands clasped behind his back.

"If you would like to hire my pet out, you may even purchase her for the night, she's quite talented in bed, all you need do is ask."