The kitten was hardly oblivious to that distinctly predatory look that filled those bright blue eyes - from the way his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly to the narrowing of his gaze upon her wrist and the blue veins that pumped beneath her pale, silken flesh. How aware she was of the way he seemed to still and Serafina, in turn, was more than willing to tease the vampire with that which he so clearly wanted...her blood. He must have been new to that undead life, the older ones far more inclined to hide beneath those facades of poise and elegance. She said nothing of her observations, however, the young woman instead offered him a near flirtatious wink, even if the vampire seemed far less interested in her and far more invested within the beer he now clung to. Even so, it was the sound of her soprano lit in an answer to his query that brought that smooth, too charming simper back to his lips, the man so quickly rebounding from that momentary lapse. How...interesting. She was almost tempted to see how far that control extended, the young woman ever the one to dance that dangerous line regardless of the life at stake.

The young witch watched astutely as her companion drew a wad of cash from his wallet, the vampire handing it over with little care to pause and count it. The very action suggested either he was exceedingly frivolous with his funds...or he had enough to not care how much he was parting with. Given how well his suit fitted him, she was inclined to think it was the latter. Serafina's slender wrist reached out, plucking the wad of cash from his fingertips before he could reconsider the money he'd given her for a simple tarot card reading. With their business transaction concluded, Serafina had strikingly little reason to linger, particularly when the young witch wanted even less to do with the numerous ghosts that surrounded him, their taunt features promise a desire for little more than revenge - Serafina's least favorite spirit from beyond. What the young woman didn't expect, however, as she gathered her things, was that sudden inquiry for a business deal. The very utterance prompted her to pause, the stormy hue of irises turning back towards the man in a clear glimpse of inquisitiveness. After all...she was a...painfully material girl who certainly had taken a liking to the designer labels.

For a single moment, she watched his poised features, her own calculating mind turning ever so rapidly as she considered what he might possibly desire of her. It was that very query that echoed upon her lips, her soprano voice holding those notes of suspicion, and yet, her inquisitiveness was enough to bring an upward tilt to his lips. That very mention of 'under the table' was enough to prompt the woman's eyebrows to rise. If only he knew just how much 'under the table' work she did. After all, the young witch hardly existed, as far as the government was concerned. She was hardly concerned with this notion of 'other jobs' that others might hesitate to fulfill for him, though it did leave her wondering just what his business consisted of. She listened astutely as he outlined those rather vague details of what he was offering, the young woman entirely aware of that subtle shift in his demeanor now that the conversation had shifted to work. Serafina leaned back in her seat, her stare wholly intent upon him as she silently judged him.

"I charge extra for delivery, I don't do anything with kids, and anything that it's legally questionable is triple my usual fee." She commented, her brow rising ever so slightly, and yet, truthfully, she hardly anticipated that he might reject those amendments, after all, he had said that money was inconsequential to him. A soft breath left her lips as she leaned forward, reaching for her coach purse. Serafina pulled out her wallet again, this time pulling from its depths a stark white business card. With it nestled between her forefinger and middle finger, she held the monochromatic card towards him, her business name, address, and phone number printed neatly in a crisp serif black font upon the front. It was the closest to an acceptance that she was currently willing to provide, entirely unaware of the deal she was presently in the process of making.

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