Vhalla slouched against the wall debating on giving him more space and returning to the kitchen or even downstairs into the warehouse to continue her training. Instead she remains, her arms looped around her knees, her head resting against the wall. The assassin wasn't entirely sure as to why she reacted the way she did. First and foremost, the woman was merely embarrassed at being caught that she had researched the man in her library. She truly had no idea she would see him again, the rational side of her told her to take him and dump him somewhere, yet she had brought him home with her.

Clenching her jaw at her childish ideals of having a normal life, she breathes heavily through her nose, cursing herself in the process. Letting her head fall forward, she's surprised to hear the door open gently and Will appear in front of her. Flicking her eyes up towards his handsome face, she watches him kneel before her, his hand gently caressing her chin. It takes her a moment to meet his eyes but finally she does and her breath catches in her throat. Vhalla can't help but trace the strong lines of his features, the man was undoubtedly beautiful and the assassin still contemplated every moment of the day how she had become entangled in his life.

Still, she watches that smile stretch across his face and she can't help but return a small one in return. When he withdraws his hand her chin feels suddenly cold as she turns to watch him slide down the wall next to her, "You're going to tear open your wounds again," she scolds him gently, though there is no bite behind words, simply a worried expression trailing across her features. The assassin is about to protest once again but is pulled into his lap unexpectedly, though she doesn't relax into him as quickly as she did before, she eventually does. Sighing, she allows the kiss he plants on her forehead as she settles against him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

Was it such a bad thing to want to feel protected and safe?

Vhalla lets he eyes fall close momentarily as she smiles while he begins to share his personal life with her. "Georgiana," she lets the name roll off her lips, "That's such an old name," she states simply, though not in an insulting way. "Why would you hate your sister being engaged to your best friend?" she asks curiously, shifting in his lap to look at him, her blue eyes meeting his. While she waits for a response she suddenly wary as the conversation begins to turn in a new direction. "I think we both need to focus on futures." It was at this sentence that has Vhalla instantly stiffening in his arms, her gaze hardening as she throws a mental barrier up between William and herself.

Far away she notices the shy nervous smile playing on his features but she shoves it the deepest darkest corner of her mind, not allowing to notice his mannerisms at the moment. Instead, a fit of fear boils through her body as she screams inside her head, no, no, no, no! Keeping a tight clamp on her emotions, she shoves out of his arms and stands before him, a cool almost cruel sneer twists her features into something entirely different. The face of an assassin. Looking down her nose at him she allows an amused smirk to dance on her lips while she screams at him through her mind, "It's not true, don't believe me!"

"I don't know what you thought this might be, Will," she sneers down at him, "This is nothing, you are nothing to me," she responds deathly quietly, before turning on a heel and walking down the hallway, "I was simply looking for a good fuck, however you're fairly inadequate at the moment given your wounds. Feel free to let yourself out," she calls over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

The assassin could not despise herself any more than she already did.