It's been a long time since Isabelle was with someone who was like this, a little shy and reserved but eager all the same. The Downworlders she's dated always came with a hint of danger and no real strings to anything more, and Isabelle has gotten used to it, mostly. Meliorn had lured her in and then discarded her, and that kind of hurt had stung a little more than usual, but she had still almost expected it.

Isabelle doesn't want to be that kind of person towards Billy, and she doesn't think she will be. She likes him a lot and she wants him too, but this is a different world than home. She doesn't have to worry that tomorrow she won't be around, or that he won't. Not like she does back home.

The shirt gets tangled around his head and Isabelle can't help but laugh, tugging at the material until she has it off and can toss it aside. "Smooth, Batson," she laughs, but it's fond.