The smell of blood filled her nose, but the vampire wouldn't have looked up if Adam hadn't called her by her nickname. She lifted one pale eyebrow. It was a familiar form of address, and she was a haughty creature. However, in this particular moment, she allowed it, considering they both looked like they'd been near a bomb that just went off.
She didn't allow Wil's urgency to ruffle her. Her needle continued on its steady rhythm, an amused expression shadowing her face. Nobody smelled or sounded like they were dying, so...
“I can believe a great many things,” she mused, blue eyes flicking up to the clock. “Such as how you're both late for your shifts.”
It was certainly a censurous thing to say, but Asphodel had very little real authority over the pair of field agents until it came to the care and keeping of artifacts. At worst, it was practically an invitation to share what had held them up. She glanced up at both of them, one corner of her mouth curled into a faint smile as she awaited an explanation.
She didn't allow Wil's urgency to ruffle her. Her needle continued on its steady rhythm, an amused expression shadowing her face. Nobody smelled or sounded like they were dying, so...
“I can believe a great many things,” she mused, blue eyes flicking up to the clock. “Such as how you're both late for your shifts.”
It was certainly a censurous thing to say, but Asphodel had very little real authority over the pair of field agents until it came to the care and keeping of artifacts. At worst, it was practically an invitation to share what had held them up. She glanced up at both of them, one corner of her mouth curled into a faint smile as she awaited an explanation.