Serafina was, in some aspects, an entirely fickle creature. She could be particularly vain when it so suited her, a life of having nothing so prompted her antics to look her best even if she was nestled on the banks of a lake in the wake of all they had done. The girl was, in turn, decidedly distraught at the loss of those articles of clothing she had chosen specifically for the man beneath her, that money she'd spent had been hard earned and she was unwilling to let it be a lost cause before she was ready. Rather, she demanded that lake return to her what was hers, caring not that it was a near depthless body of water. The young witch entirely ignored the soft chuckle to Azrael's lips, nearly tuning him out entirely in that moment of diligent searching before those undergarments simply came washing upon the shore, snatched by her fingertips in a rather enthusiastic display of success - at least, until the woman turned to realize the true extent of her error. That curse word fell from her lips as her stormy eyes settled upon the man beside her, momentarily concerned for the reaction she knew well she would receive. He never did well with her affinities, the young witch nearly inclined to simply hide that what she was, if not to simply fit into the mold of what he desired of her. It was the only way she knew how to be around his gender and usually, she did so well - tonight was quite clearly a mistake.

A small frown played at the corner of her features, even if Azrael so insisted that it was fine. There was still a hint of concern mirrored within the depths of those grey tinged irises and yet, Serafina was content to brush it off entirely, her attention instead drifting towards those undergarments she'd retrieved in an effort to wring out the wetness and prevent the wrinkles from besetting the fabric. Was it truly worth that much effort for the girl? Certainly not, but at the given moment it seemed better then the awkwardness from her mistake. Her gaze shifted only as he rose, her hand fitting with little hesitation in to his as her slender physique moved to fetch her own discarded articles of clothing. They were bundled together in a small ball against her chest and yet, in truth, Serafina was almost uncertain of putting them back on now that her undergarmet and skin was soaked. She hardly expected that shirt that was thrusted in her direction and yet, the young woman hardly refused it, instead pulling it over her head, cherishing the scent of his cologne as she followed the man up the pathway from the lake to the silence of that beautiful cabin.

Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly as those flames flickered to life, that fire pit nearly roaring and yet, Serafina was entirely content to settle in front of it. "Neat trick." She commented softly and yet, her voice was without any true venom. In truth, she quite saw the benefit of that fire, the girl cherishing it's warmth in the wake of that cold lake. She glanced up as the man strode away from her, that tinge of panic almost filling the girl at the sight of his back and yet, she remained firmly rooted to her place, simply watching him as he walked away from her like so many others in her life had before him. It was a silly memory to so resurface here, after all, where was he going to go? Inside the house? Oh god, heaven forbid. Serafina shook her head ever so slightly, rolling her eyes at her own internal thoughts as she put her hands out in front of her, encouraging them to take in that heat that was so eagerly offered to her by those flickering flames. Her gaze lifted only at the man's return, the sight of that meat held within his hands caused her features to shift in clear surprise. She stepped back from the flames ever so slightly, giving him that free access to the fire to place it over those flames. Fire roasted...was that rabbit? Serafina glanced up at him at the sound of his voice, her head bobbing quite firmly. "Of course, it will be delicious." Really, she was entirely certain it would! This was, admittedly, the sort of lifestyle the girl found herself almost...cherishing. This somehow felt familiar without the drudgery and despondency of her old life.

It was that unceremonious flop on the behalf of her companion that saw the girl retreat into the sofa chair perpendicular to that couch Azrael had decided to commandeer. She nestled into those cushions, her long legs somehow fitting upon the chair itself, the girl content to make herself comfortable as she placed her chin on one knee. Her stormy gaze shifted only at the sound of that nickname of sort she so often went by, "Hm?" She inquired, simply watching the fellow across from her with an almost judgmental stare. He was so distinctly...different here, it was rather peculiar really, to see this side of him and yet she certainly wasn't about to complain. The girl was entirely oblivious of the way in which he struggled with those words and yet, the suggestion of seeing him more often near instantly brought a snort to her nose. "Are you sure you're ready to be seen associating with a witch?" She inquired, offering the man a single dubiously raised eyebrow. It was, perhaps, not the best response to being asked to date the man and yet, she hardly truly believed he was even ready for what such would entail. After all, her kind was his enemy, that discomfort he felt in her presence was one she knew he struggled to ignore and yet he thought himself capable of seeing her on a regular basis. She gave it three weeks before he'd had enough of her voodoo magic and threatening furniture. Still...it'd be a nice three weeks, wouldn't it? "Okay." She stated simply after a long moment's silence, the girl ever blunt and to the point as she so often was.

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