[ When he pushes open that door, it would take a moment to spot where they'd relocated, right around the corner from a number of stacked up crates of bottles. Isabelle's all up in the demon's space, flirtatiously looking up at him through long lashes as he leers back at her, oblivious to anyone else coming.
Izzy, however, spots the interruption, and a look of complete annoyance crosses her face, as she grabs the guy by the scruff of his collar and tries to drag him around that direction further to afford some 'privacy'.
He grabs her wrist tightly, flashing his teeth in a predatory smile.
"What's wrong with right here, sweetheart?"
Instead of looking afraid of his threat in the least, she casts one more look of frustration down Sam's way. Witnesses. Just great. It's enough to make her hesitate for the moment. ]
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Izzy, however, spots the interruption, and a look of complete annoyance crosses her face, as she grabs the guy by the scruff of his collar and tries to drag him around that direction further to afford some 'privacy'.
He grabs her wrist tightly, flashing his teeth in a predatory smile.
"What's wrong with right here, sweetheart?"
Instead of looking afraid of his threat in the least, she casts one more look of frustration down Sam's way. Witnesses. Just great. It's enough to make her hesitate for the moment. ]