She was floating or maybe she was flying.

The assassin felt oddly content wrapped in the vampire's arms as her giggles chased them away from the alleyway. Where did she live again? She hadn't been staying at her warehouse and considering how her body was faring as of now, she still had that small voice in the back of her head shouting at herself to not take him to her house. Samantha wouldn't mind and Dorian would surely be out again, she assured herself they would be alone in the apartment. Laughing again, she points aimlessly down the streets in an attempt to remember where she was staying.

Vhalla hadn't even realized she had circled them around the apartment building multiple times, yet when she finally notices it, she flails a hand pointing at the building demanding they go there. Offering directions, at least she thought she was doing a good job, she finds herself being carried up the stairs and she has an urge to kick her legs and put her hands in the air as if she were on a ride. Somehow, she manages to quell the urge and instead traces her fingers along the wall. Her blood coating the hallways her lips part into another trilling ring of laughter. Finally, they reach the door and Vhalla is somewhat disappointed she can no longer reach the walls, before she can convince the vampire to return her to her canvas, he speaks, his voice rumbling in his chest.

Looking up at him, she arches a brow, giving him a slight shrug, not noticing her wound in her side had begun to flow again, dripping along the ground. Weakly, she lifts a hand and smacks the door, rather than knocking and it isn't long before the door swings open and Dorian stands in the frame, a look of astonishment crossing his features. When he uses a pet name for Sebastian, Vhalla falls into a fit of giggles until she finds herself slung across the couch. When she notices her wound, another laugh escapes her as she lays a hand over it, not putting nearly enough pressure on it to stop the blood flow, instead she watches, fascinated as her silvery blood coats her fingers.

For the next several moments, the assassin isn't entirely aware of the conversation going on between the two men, nor did she actually come to a conclusion that the two knew each other. When Dorian finally kneels next to her, the witch flicks her icy blue eyes towards him quite slowly. Her own reflexes and senses dulled in comparison to her usual self. "Bastian," she says with an almost straight face before falling into another round of giggles. "I'm not injured," she announces, her words slurring slightly as she focuses on the faerie man again, "I'm just bleeding, Dorian, can't you see?" she laughs again removing her hand from her side to wave in front of the faerie's face.

"See?" she gestures, as her silvery blood drips off her fingers, pooling on the floor next to the couch. Mesmerized by her blood, she watches it for a moment before returning her hand to her side, smearing the substance across her suit. The tip of her braid catches her eye before she lifts the end up, inspecting it very seriously, "BASTIAN," she announces loudly, the woman couldn't keep a straight face to save her life tonight, "You got blood in my hair," she accuses him, eyes narrowing in the direction of the vampire.

"Fix it," she demands just as she loses interest in her braid. Flipping it away, her eyes widen suddenly as she struggles to a sitting position, only coaxing her blood into flowing even more, hardly noticing the pain in her side, she ignores Dorian, looking past him, "Oh! I let you bite me, the least you could do is clean me up or take me to bed," she giggles in Sebastian's direction. Slowly, her eyes focus on Dorian as he produces a first aid kit from somewhere in the house. Eyeing the box heatedly she glares at the faerie king. "I told you I was fine, Dorian," she reaches out and pats his cheek, smearing blood across his face.