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

It wasn't exactly like she had been in similar positions before, though perhaps she hadn't been in a position where she actually cared what happened to her unwilling partner in crime. The moment she had met Spencer, an immediate distaste had curled it's way through her body, his arrogant and haughty face made her want to punch him. In the mouth. Hard. However, she had to take into consideration that she did threaten to burn his shop down. Vhalla was certain their initial feelings towards each other were similar. It wasn't until after she had manipulated him into dinner with her that she realized he actually was a decent guy and spectacularly skilled at making lethal concoctions. Just because she had realized that, abandoning him on the shittier parts of the city was just her being cruel, sometimes she couldn't help it. Making friends was something she wasn't adept at, nor could she get particularly close to anyone without having Ivan to contend with. The vampire made her life a living hell most days.

Vhalla wanted to keep up the mask of being a bitch but Spencer had managed to cool that rage... slightly. She realized she rather enjoyed harassing and taunting him but before it was just to be mean, now she was simply enjoying the banter and getting under his skin.

Extending that scarred hand to grip his firmly, she watches a sense of calm engulf him, though she can see a flash of curiosity which cause her to internally wince. She had hoped he would have simply saw over her little declaration of not being able to leave but Spencer was many things, especially attentive. Vhal was certain he would bring up that piece of conversation later, something she would try desperately to get out of. Releasing his hand, she presses her back firmly against the wall, her glacier gaze peering around him, searching for the wandering security, butlers, servers, whatever they were. The two were hidden in the alcove relatively well, though she knew someone had been watching, they would be here any moment and if they didn't look... well, like they needed a room, they would lose their chance at a peaceful invite to the upper floors.

She watches Spencer turn his head slightly, following her gaze before he looks back at her. The look he gives her has her shoulders slumping in relief, though she doesn't allow herself to fall into that feeling, she had far too much work to do tonight. When he speaks, she can't help the curl of her lips, the shape mocking though her eyes are genuine as she shrugs, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one getting the short end of the stick in this situation," her grin widens, as rough, slender fingers reach out towards him, wrapping around his tie. She doesn't pull him towards her, though she tugs it lightly, making sure that he was, in fact, accepting this... situation. His next statement has her rolling her eyes, "Is it always about the money? Don't you enjoy my charming self?" She winks at him, just as he takes a step towards her until he's almost flush against her. Tilting her head back, she looks up at him, her body radiating enough heat to warm both of them. Though, the humor dies, the smile sliding from her face,

"Sorry," she mumbles, softly enough that he can hear but hoping he doesn't. Sincerity and apologies wasn't her thing but she felt like she owed him something, especially after what they were about to do. Releasing his tie, she plants her hands on his chest and slides them up, before wrapping her arms around his neck. Leaning forward, she brushes her lips against his ear, "We have to make this look real" she breathes, reiterating, "Pretend I'm someone else if you need to," she whispers again before sucking his lobe between her teeth and biting gently, only to let her lips travel down his neck a moment later, planting a kiss against his jugular before she leans back, eyes slitting as she holds his gaze. "Our little PG kiss from earlier isn't going to cut it this time," she warns under her breath, eyes darting to his lips.

"I hope you can do better than before," she taunts, laughing quietly before tugging him down and kissing him. Hard. Vhalla think she rather enjoyed pissing the warlock off.

Vhalla Solarn

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