Willow stared at him as he pulled out a stake, her smile growing by the second. "I smell fear," she said in a low, dark tone. Taking a step closer just as he took a step back, she tilted her head to the side and flashed him a mock pout.
"Aw, what's wrong? William doesn't want to play?" Holding her arms out at her sides, leaving her chest wide open, she taunted, "Go ahead. Stake me. I dare you. Then, once you've gotten it out of your system..." Her smile turned positively lethal as she narrowed her eyes and raised every stool in the bar a good five feet in the air. The doors to the bar slammed shut, the metal handles twisting together to prevent the doors from opening again.