His British accent was rather tantalizing and the woman couldn't help but let a small grin tug at the corner of her lips as he cursed several times in their uncomfortable situation. Letting it slide and leading him into the library she enjoyed William's reaction immensely. Turning to him she smiles at him impishly as he complimented her, "I suppose that's a compliment," she arches a brow at him, teasing him lightly. When he reached for her hand she expected, well, she didn't expect to be dragged into his lap and on the chair. Slowing her descent so not to stress his wound, she settles comfortably into him, looping an arm around the back of the chair.

It didn't take much to relax into him and as he grabbed a book, her eyes widened in horror at the book he snatched. It was a book on his history and his family. Mouth parting slightly like a gaping fish she reaches for the book but it holds it out of her reach. "Will..." she trails off making another attempt to snatch it away but he again moves it just out of her reach. She would have tackled the British man if it wasn't for his open wound. Snapping her mouth closed she set her jaw and set a hand almost threatening on his shoulder, "William, don't make me regret showing you this library," she threatens a steely note entering her voice, though her eyes dance with amusement.

The assassin would be mortified for him to see that she had been researching him. She hadn't expected to see him ever again but the British man kept falling back into her life in all different forms. Gripping his shoulder tightly, she lunged at him again but he gracefully darted out of her way. Standing up slightly, she adjusts herself as she moves to her knees, thoroughly straddling Will, without noticing, as she leans into to him for the book. Finally, she grabs ahold of the book as they raise it above their heads, a look of triumph flashing across her face, "A-ha!" she exclaims playfully.

That was when she looked down and noticed their position, her straddled over him, one leg on each side of him. The amusement suddenly dies from her face and her hand goes limp on the book though she doesn't remove her grip entirely. Instead, her lips part slightly as she lets her eyes travel his face, dancing across his lips. How she wanted to kiss him and pull him to floor of this library. There were so many things that she in turn wanted to do to William but that relationship, she continued to hold it out of her reach. She feared for his safety. Swallowing, she clears her throat and closes her mouth her grip tightening on the book again and pulling it from his hand quickly before he realized what she was doing.

Leaning back, she drops the book to the ground, that impish smile tugging at her lips again, letting the heated moment die away, "You, sir, seem to be finding yourself in all sorts of interesting situations," she laughs quietly glancing down at her own position across him. Pushing off him, she reaches down for the book and moves towards one of the shelves putting it away. Satisfied that Will wouldn't find it easily, she turns on a heel and crosses her arms across her chest, leaning back against the wall. Tilting her head, she examines Will momentarily before prowling back towards him. "I would very much love to spend the entire day reading in here with you," she says as she stands before him again, a gentle smile offered to him.

"Unfortunately, I must train today too," she shrugs her shoulders apologetically, "Plus, we must change your bandages, I have a strictly no blood policy in the library," she laughs explaining to him. "Just so you know, Will, you won't be leaving my apartment anytime soon. Well, at least until you've healed a bit more. I thought Hunter's were supposed to heal quickly," she teases him. "We can spend some time in here though," she adds quickly, not wanting to dishearten the man, "What suits your interest?" she questions, gesturing her arm out at the books lining the walls.