kissing death and loosing my breath

For the moment, the young witch was entirely engaged within the discontent Dark Hunter. She cared particularly little for the dramatic differences between their races, even if it was something that he took particular care to point out every time they met. She was certain this one would be no different and yet, despite the looming prospect of being denied in her invitation to dance, Serafina still found herself making an effort - to some degree. Her distraction from him was short lived, thankfully he seemed hardly to notice, his own thoughts quite clearly preoccupied by...something. Her head tilted to the side, her ebony locks sweeping against porcelain flesh as she observed his reaction to her toying with the name he'd given to her. "Maybe." She responded promptly, a grin lighting up her feminine features. In truth the girl enjoyed her constant teasing of the fellow, especially since he seemed so determined not to. Serafina couldn't tell just how much he disliked her new found pet name for him, his attention shifting towards her original goal at hand - the dance. She'd never really been in a place like this before - somewhere so extravagant with an entire floor just for her to sweep across in the slim fitting gown. It seemed only fitting that she should be given the chance to enjoy such a rare opportunity.

Her grey tinged gaze remained intent upon him in that moment, his resolve to hate her, to be done with her momentarily seemed to waver as if the man was actually considering her request. Unfortunately for Serafina, his decision never came, interrupted quite abruptly by a rogue drink flying within her general direction. The witch had been entirely oblivious to the waitress and the glass of champagne that seemed determined to ruin her dress. Thankfully, there seemed to be quite the guardian angel looking out for the female. She felt his arms embrace her slender frame quite abruptly, pulling her out of harms way and straight into his chest. She was quite taken back by the gesture, her features nestled against the cloth of his vest, the scent of his cologne filling her nose. It could have been romantic, were it not for the equally as rapid nature that she found herself being thrust away from him, sending her stumbling on her thin heels, her fingertips grasping at the chair he'd moments ago been sitting at to keep herself from toppling.

She was only just regaining her composure when a familiar face saw fit to pause in front of them. Serafina instantly recognized the girl, her interest having been captured by the sheer knowledge of what she was capable of changing into. Snakes and witchcraft had a long history together, just as long as that of felines. A small simper crossed the witches face as she nodded, "I'm glad to hear it's working out for you. If you ever need anything at all, do let me know. I hope you enjoy the dance." Surprisingly, the witch was entirely capable of providing exemplary customer service, a side of her that her dark hunter companion surely had never seen. She watched the woman walk away, heading towards the bar before her attention returned to Azrael and the warlock that had caught his attention. "Hm?" She inquired briefly, her stormy eyes shifting to the man in question. In truth, she'd hardly anticipated Davante's presence at the masquerade, having attributed such a party to not falling within the realm of his "style".

"He does own me some money.....quite a bit of it actually." She commented, clearly considering the proposition, "But he did almost get me attacked by a vampire too..." Her fingers rose to her lips as if she was contemplating just how much to charge him for that service. Serafina wasn't giving the whole truth on that manner, and she knew it all too well. It was almost antagonizing of her, but she was hardly going to admit it out loud, instead inquisitive of how Azzy was going to react. There was a soft sigh on her lips as the girl settled in the chair he'd previously occupied, a shrug upon her shoulders. "If he wants to dance with me he can come and ask me." She commented, the impish nature momentarily leaving her feminine voice. There was quite the crowd surrounding her favorite customer and though Serafina was could be quite social on a one-on-one basis, she hardly enjoyed conversing with an entire crowd of complete strangers. "Besides - didn't you say I should make men work for it?" She inquired, quite purposefully throwing his own words back at him.

She fell quite abruptly into silence, her gaze briefly meeting Davante's crystalline orbs with hardly a hint of hesitation. The ball was in his court, just as much as it had been within Azrael had. Slowly her attention shifted, finding another familiar face within the crowd. It seemed as if tonight was quite filled with them. Johnathan, however, seemed quite involved within his own alcoholic beverage, however, and Serafina certainly wasn't going to bother him yet. Although it would have been terribly fitting if she'd had another tarot card on hand. Either way, she leaned back within her seat, her hands folding in her lap in an almost lady like fashion - her stubbornness quite clearly willing to put both men to the test.