Wil didn't take too kindly to Asphodel's prodding, but as he called her out for her lack of concern, the vampire's grin merely widened. She enjoyed picking and poking and getting a rise out of people--Wil gave her precisely what she wanted, and as a result, she remained unruffled, her hands still moving rhythmically through her stitches.
Of course her stitches were nice. She'd been doing this for centuries. In any case...
She heard Marlowe before he even opened the door, and as a result, held onto her response until after he'd delivered his message. Her eyes remained on her work as he delivered the news of pixies losing their heads, and merely nodded as Adam excused himself.
With Wil left at her mercy, Asphodel finally looked up at him through her pale eyelashes, a smirk hovering around her red lips. “So,” she began, her tone light and coy. “Since you're so insistent on having an excuse for your tardiness, what is it? What held you up?”
Of course her stitches were nice. She'd been doing this for centuries. In any case...
She heard Marlowe before he even opened the door, and as a result, held onto her response until after he'd delivered his message. Her eyes remained on her work as he delivered the news of pixies losing their heads, and merely nodded as Adam excused himself.
With Wil left at her mercy, Asphodel finally looked up at him through her pale eyelashes, a smirk hovering around her red lips. “So,” she began, her tone light and coy. “Since you're so insistent on having an excuse for your tardiness, what is it? What held you up?”