you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Shrugging to herself, she goes on to imitate Dorian and it's clear that the Italian King still had difficulty working out her teasing personality. Still, his response has Vhalla falling into another fit of laughter, that frown so etched onto Dorian's features. Blinking at him, she grins broadly before she crosses that room and sits at the foot of their bed. Honestly, she's a bit surprised Dorian did not immediately kick her out, the last time she sat on his bed he was completely mortified.

For a moment, she allows that vulnerability to coat her lyrics that she merely wanted to see them, though she misses the look of contemplation that dances across Dorian's features merely because she's looking away from him. The woman is a bit embarrassed at her admittance to missing the two of them; and truly, she had missed them. Dorian's softer words draw her from her mind as she casts her icy blue gaze towards him. Giving him an impish smile, "But that wouldn't have been nearly as fun," she laughs quietly, adjusting her seat on the bed, "Plus, I rather enjoy surprising you," she shrugs at the bare-chested man.

Vhalla is entirely delighted when she gets a rise out of Sebastian, insulting the name they have given their adorable puppy. She practically cackles like a hyena when he announces that it was Scottish. She has half a mind to argue with the vampire who so lazily lounges in bed, but thinks better of it, realizing that the name truly did fit the dog well. It would be odd if the puppy were named plainly; considering Maxwell's parents and their lineage. Quickly reaching out for Maxwell, she plucks him from the bed, gripping the sheets between her fingers and yanks hard, revealing the men. Shrieking, she quickly exits the room, ignoring the fact that Dorian had actually shouted her name at her. Picking up Maxwell, she marches form the room, slamming the door and settling against the wall.

That was not something she cared to see. Perhaps it was because Sebastian and she had started off on the wrong foot; their first encounter had not gone... pleasantly to say the least. Before she had left Sacrosanct they had managed to come to terms, the woman even going as far to call him a friend merely because he was holding his ridiculous alcoholic collection over her head. Honestly, the assassin didn't mind; she had found friends in both of the men, though she wouldn't admit it, she was indeed happy to see them again, well and engaged. How wonderful it truly was!

It doesn't take long before the sound of the door opening has the assassin flicking her blue gaze up, watching as Dorian exits the room, fully dressed. Maxwell immediately bounds away from her to race around Dorian's feet and the woman smiles faintly at the little ball of energy, "Good morning, Dorian," she responds after a moment, "I suppose it would be 'good evening', but I see that you are still on Sebastian's schedule," she comments before pushing herself to her feet, wiping at her black pants before glancing at the man as he questions her. "The window on the bottom level," she shrugs nonchalantly, "I think you need a better security detail if you are trying to keep people out," she laughs, "Or at least train this little guy to scare off your intruders," she gestures to the puppy still racing around their feet before she bends down at picks up the squirming ball.

The pup continues to lick at her arms and hands as she laughs quietly, "I can't believe you guys got a dog, he's wonderful! Can I keep him?" she teases Dorian as the stand in the hall, waiting for Sebastian to make his appearance, if he decided to.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered