It was surprising to find his hands immediately on her hips to catch her from falling into him, her back pressed against the door, her long white hair falling over her shoulders, brushing his fingers. Glancing up at him she shoves the blush down that was beginning to creep up her cheeks, she was thankful for the curtain of hair that surrounded her face for the moment. The witch was not accustomed to leaving her hair down and it was a rare sight to see, she much preferred her braid over the loose strands that fell into her face, but for now, she was thankful to be hidden from his gaze.

Sucking in a breath, she can't help but let an airy laugh escape through her lips. Reaching up with a slender hand, she tucks her hair behind her ear as the assassin's eyes travel the length of the man before her.

"I suppose there are worse ways we could meet," she shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips, very aware of his hands on her body. She could almost feel his body heat radiating into her, searing her skin, by the gods Vhalla hadn't realize how much of an effect the man had on her. Listening to his compliment, uncertainty flashes through her eyes briefly, Will seemed rather sincere which only made the witch uncomfortable under his gaze. "I prefer black but I suppose this will do for tonight," she winks at him, hiding behind her conceited words even though a shiver runs down her spine at the use of her name on his lips.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she purrs at him reaching up to tug on a lock of his hair, her fingertips briefly traveling his jawline before dropping it to her side. Still pinned to the door with his hands her icy eyes dart to his lips momentarily before she clears her throat and steps out of his hands prior to him speaking again. Sauntering out onto the street, her white hair gleaming in the moonlight as it sways gently past her bottom she calls over her shoulder, "You'd be surprised at the things I can hide in even less clothing than this," she croons at him, not checking to see if he was following before she steps at the curb of the street.

Vhalla had to get away from him to clear her head, all she could think about was kissing those lips of his again. She was certain he could hear her heart beating frantically in her chest. Taking a deep breath to control herself, she turns around letting her hands fall limply at her sides, "Perhaps, if I need to rescue you, I'll show you exactly where I hide my daggers," the grins broadly at him, hiding her nervousness behind her cocky words.

Arching a brow at him she lets that smirk toy at the corner of her mouth as she continues to tease him. "Where are we going, handsome?" She was certain William could see right there her façade.