The assassin wasn't certain what the man was going to say as she wandered back into her bedroom to gather her clothes before changing. She could only guess and all her guesses has her burning at the tip of her ears. Ducking her head to hide her embarrassment, she wasn't even sure if that was what the man was going for, if he would even be interested in seeing her like that. Hurrying to the closet, she shuts the door softly behind her and slips the long t-shirt over her head and pulling on her boxers. Releasing a pent up sigh she begins to towel dry her lengthy hair, which is a process in itself as she exits the closest and pads silently back to Will, who now is splayed out across her bed.

Smiling slyly at him, she takes a seat at the edge of the bed near his feet, her back facing him as she hums quietly to herself and continues to dry her hair. The man already seemed to be feeling better and she can feel the slight shift of his body on the bed, eyeing his hand out of the corner of her vision she tenses as his fingers hover just at her thigh, pausing her drying she glances at his strong hands, silently urging him to trace the line of her leg but it seems as if his gentlemanly side got the better of him and instead reaches for a hand. Dropping the towel to the ground to reveal her still damp hair, she lets him take her fingers in his, turning slightly to look down at him.

It's his choice of name that has a bellowing laugh echo out of her body, her shoulders shaking with amusement. When she finishes, a wry smile dances on her lips, "I think I prefer 'kitten' over 'babe' it sounds very odd coming off of your tongue," she teases him lightly but obliging all the same as she stretches out across the bed, her hand holding up her head as she inspects him. The modern word rolling of his tongue sounds strange especially with his British accent and she can't help but releasing another chuckle as she watches him, highly amused. Reaching out with another hand, she gently traces the line of his jaw and tugs on a strand of hair again before returning to her own personal space.

"If I kiss you, you won't get any rest tonight," she says wryly, making sure there's at least a foot of space between them so the Hunter doesn't have easy access to her. "You need to rest and you aren't allowed to leave this bed until you're well again," she smiles gently at him. "So tell me, William, you've been running for well over a century and you managed to get caught tonight. How's that? You even snuck up on me and that's a feat in itself," she asks nonchalantly an amused glint dancing in her eyes. "If I didn't know any better you seemed rather lost in thought. I hope you aren't getting careless on me, you're a duel I'd like to have again."

She lets the conversation trail off momentarily before bringing it back to her powers. "I have a fire affinity and when I lose control it's... it's not good. I've wiped out more structures than you could even imagine. My master attempted to force me to control it but I fear there's no hope in that area. I... I was responsible for the death of my parents," she trails off her eyes traveling to the duvet on the bed as she toys with the non-existent fleck of dirt there. Refusing to elaborate anymore on it she has a hard time meeting Will's gaze, though she's certain the man would not run from her, it was still a difficult task at her opening up to him. And through everything they've been through in their short amount of time together, Vhalla still thinks he will flee from her.

Heaving a silent sigh, she lets the quiet engulf her momentarily and now that she's sprawled across the bed she can feel her eye lids becoming heavy, sleep calling her from not too far away. "Will, you can have my bed I can sleep elsewhere tonight," she eyes him again, though she rather enjoys the feel of his body next to hers, "I won't be far though, just call if you need anything, I'll be down the hall," she says quietly, reaching out once more to trace his lower lip. Leaning forward she places a gentle kiss across his lips and pulls back quickly so as not to distract the Hunter. Leaning up, she scoots to the edge of the bed, her feet touching the ground, yet she still sits at the edge. Looking over her shoulder at him, she gives him a small smile, "Goodnight, William."