Her eyes slowly began to dim the rage that flamed through her body, but she was still put off by Sam's goodness. It dared the assassin to hope that perhaps the world could be a better place with this woman having power. Shoving the thought down immediately, she did not let herself dwell on it for long. Sam had a long way to go before she could make any sort of changes in their world. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Vhalla lets out a deep breath through her mouth as she listened to the hardship the faerie had endured over the years after her change. Struggling to even out her emotions, she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall, casually slinging an arm around her knee.

Sam was beginning to assure her that there would be no need to destroy the faerie bitches until a knock at the door sounded. Flashing her icy eyes open, her gaze hardens at the sight of yet another faerie standing at the doorway; Vhal had some interesting run ins with faeries as of late. Her posture stiffens slightly but she does not remove her arm around her knee, nor does she rise to greet the man. He was rather handsome but he spoke in a way that screamed ancient. And when he finally notices the assassin sitting on the floor, Vhal merely stares him down, her eyes bitingly cold. Of course, the witch remembered the brief conversation they had about Dorian, what she didn't expect was the man to come strolling into the room while she was here.

When he introduces himself a familiarity flickers in her mind, she had heard that name somewhere, most likely from a passerby from one of her stakeouts, yet she doesn't let that recognition show. Before she could shoot back a smart ass response, Sam was standing and in between them introducing the white haired woman. Glowering, Vhal still wasn't sure if she wanted the whole world to know who she was but what is done is done. Then the queen addresses her and the assassin finally tears her gaze from the male to focus on the woman. "Yes, I remember. The strange guy that lives with you," she shrugs feeling out the male faerie to see if he will take the bait.

Vhal did not miss the look Sam flashed between the two of them but the witch wasn't nice let alone civil half the time given her line of work. When Dorian begins asking why the room was rather stifling, Vhalla opens her mouth to comment snarkily but is interrupted by chuckle from Sam. Clamping her mouth shut her eyes travel to the queen and she tilts her head in curiosity. Why the faerie did not tell her underling about her inability to control her magic was beyond the witch. She wasn't about to argue with the woman though, the less people who knew about it the better. Though, Vhal couldn't shake the feeling that Sam treated Dorian as almost a child.

Again, those blue eyes dart back to the faerie male standing in the doorway as she began to inspect him. He seemed fairly delicate, a man made for books and the way he held himself it was so proper she couldn't shake the feeling that she had heard his name before. So, the witch racks her brain, chewing over people she's chatted to and interrogated and books she read. Finally, she locks onto an old memory, a blurry one at that, and her brows arch in surprise for half a second before she looks the man over again, "God, for someone so old you aged rather well," she comments dryly. It wouldn't be a compliment without a backhand somewhere in there, the woman had a hard time playing nice, what could she say?