Willow couldn't believe this was happening. With Ezrik's face far too close to hers, she turned her head aside, her pulse quickening. "I wasn't worried about you! Now leave me alone!"
Ezrik let out a low chuckle. He caught her chin between his fingers and gently turned her face back toward him. The shaky glare she gave him only deepened his grin. "You're really something, you know that? So damn fun to tease," he murmured, his thumb brushing along her cheek.
"And you're infuriating," Willow snapped, though her voice trembled, her face heating up. A faint blush crept up her neck just as a loud, violent knock rattled the door. She jumped.
Ezrik sighed, dropping his hand, and turned toward the sound with a scowl. When he opened the door, Xenia stood there, frowning, her arms crossed.
"Your private conversation was taking a while," she said sharply. "Do they always take this long?"
