Willow's attention turned to Tom the moment she senses his arrival, her darkened orbs beginning to shine with something akin to interest. Him, she knew. He was fun. Even when she'd been saddled with that insipid morality of hers in her normal form, he'd intrigued her. Now that she was rid of all of that, though?
He downright fascinated her.
There was potential there for the two of them. A chance to unite and work together to see their mutual goals come to pass. Of course, Willow knew it was only a matter of time before they would find themselves pitted against one another but, until that time came, she was going to enjoy the experience. After all, the chance to work alongside He Who Shall Not Be Named, as well as teach him a few tricks that didn't even exist in his world, was simply too good to pass up.
I wasn't sure you'd show.
She sent the message telepathically, making certain not to intrude beyond the mental barriers she was certain he had set up to protect his mind. She'd read the books, she knew how talented he was in the Mental Arts. The last thing she wanted was to make him think she was trying to attack him in that regard. So she let the message be as unobtrusive as possible, her unfaltering black-eyed gaze locked onto his and her lips quirked upward in faint amusement.