Isabelle shakes her head, moving into the living room and gesturing for him to follow. She's just realised she's had him standing around in her kitchen and she's probably the worst host ever, but he doesn't seem to mind. Still, Isabelle flops down onto the couch and pats the seat next to her, kicking a wayward cushion to the ground to make room.

"Can't do that one again, I've got to keep upping the bar." She doesn't know what comes after that though. "I'm not going to punch you in the head again," she assures him, shaking her head. "I think I'm done fighting mundanes for a while." Not that Billy is exactly a mundane, but he had been then, and look what had happened.