Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

That momentary look of displeasure that seemed to touch the woman's gaze in that sudden silence that followed the inglorious surface of those undergarments was hardly missed. Neither being so seemingly assured of how to react in that moment as his own stomach clenched at the sight of that magic commanded so effortlessly over nature and yet, for the first time, he afforded her no comment or words of disdain or avert sign of his own fear. No. For the first time he was determined that he could bypass it and accept that very knowledge of what he knew she was and always would be. In truth- her affinities so added something to the uniqueness. It was his problem, not hers to overcome and one that the man had set about doing with a newfound resolve of sorts. She had never turned her powers against him, not once, she was not like so many others of her kind whom had- whether rightly or wrongly- attempted to bring harm to him or those more innocent mortal lives and for truly how long did he intend to tar her with the same brush? It was he whom was the danger to her and yet if she could accept him for all that he was, could he not do the same? Azrael was nothing short of determined in this even if his features showed little of this internal warfare that turned within his mind as he rose from the water to reach for his clothes, aware still of the woman's gaze upon him in some anticipation of an outburst as he shrugged those jeans on and handed her his shirt in turn.

"It really is fine."

His voice was perhaps....uncharacteristically gentle in that moment. Those deep baritone lyrics rarely given to softness and yet so removed from that world of hunting the man was a distinctly different creature. He was content here. He was happy here and he no longer cared to argue with himself over that sense of contentment the raven haired woman seemed to stir from him even despite their wholly unusual and unconventional relationship thus far. Still- in the wake of what they had only just done there was little within the blonde man that was inclined to allow her to slip from his grasp now. Those rarely seen emotions further tugged from their ever dormant state to swath around her figure. Azrael inclined to admit he rather liked the sight of her within his shirt. Something close to a simper tugging at his lips before he turned his attention to that fire pit. It was simple then, to focus that light on those dried branches, heating those few sparks enough to create a flickering flame that readily took to light and soon engulfed that kindling. A truly comfortable fire roaring but a moment later as one golden eye drew upward at her reference to his 'trick'.

"I have many tricks. I'm saving some of the more extravagant ones for next time."

An almost lopsided grin found its way to his lips then, that perhaps the closest to an innuendo Azrael had ever made, such teasing words perhaps testament to his truly good mood tonight as one eye lifted in almost a challenge. As if what they had shared tonight was but the veritable beginning of all measure of things he might introduce her too given the chance and his eighty or so years of experience in just that. Any further words on a topic uncharacteristically daring for the man however were ended as he stepped away, returning but a few moments later with that rabbit he had hunted earlier today, fixing it just so to roast over the fire before his golden gaze flicked hurriedly to the witch. Women these days tended to be a little less....willing to know just where their food had come from. Azrael having lost count of the amount of Vegetarian and Vegan food stores appearing all over the place. The Hunter assured the entire notion was ridiculous. Serafina's assurance it would be delicious seeming to please him all the more.

"Good. I really had no alternative if you didn't like it. I swear to god people in this city are so afraid of meat and dairy or gluten you could rob a bank with a breadstick."

The scoff that followed perhaps displayed the man's thoughts on these new age diets entirely. Azrael, apparently, in possession of an actual sense of humour when he tried. The man collapsing back onto that lounge a moment later. That fire glorious against his skin, chasing away the wet and damp to replace it with warmth and a satisfying heat. It was in those few moments of comfortable silence that followed that the Hunter so seemed to finally strike up that nerve within himself to utter her name once more, drawing her attention towards him as one hand lifted to run almost anxiously through his white blonde hair- those few remaining droplets falling against his still bare shoulders and chest. He had not anticipated the difficulty of those words, hardly because he didn't desire what he was asking for, no, but entirely because he anticipated she might reject the idea. After all, she surely had reason enough too and yet even after all these years so offering emotion to any woman was so...strange, so different, that vulnerability a truly difficult thing for a man whom spent the better part of his existence so forcefully pushing others away that he had near forgotten how to draw them in let alone prevent himself harming them when they were.

The snort that left her nose in almost the same moment saw a momentary look of surprise flicker within his gaze. Azrael hardly having expected she might scoff at him in a fashion. God, was he really that hopeless? Whatever words he had been struggling to find caught within his throat as she spoke, one eye raised dubiously towards him. Her question, he was willing to admit, perhaps not unwarranted, a soft exhale easing from within himself as he lent further back upon that couch.

"Yes- I am."

The assurance of those words was perhaps surprising even to himself and yet if there was any benefit to his own weakness it was, surely, that at times his words afforded him a knowledge about himself he often lacked. That man so seeming all the more assured in that moment, content to offer her what he had never truly offered another soul before in that knowledge.

"I am incapable of lying, so when I saw I am willing to be seen with a witch and accept the fact that you are one- I mean it. You always will be a witch and it is about time I got over myself- quite frankly. When I say I cannot lie I do not mean it in some sort of romantic, silly gesture of chivalry or that it goes against some hunter code that demands honesty. I mean, quite literally, that I am incapable of lying. I would rather you did not share that with anyone though."

It was, after all, a distinctly dangerous weakness to have. One the council saw fit to exploit of him when the mood struck them and yet too- he had become rather good at offering half-truths when required. Still- to afford her that knowledge was to afford her that trust that she too would hardly move to use it against him now or in the future. The soft utterance of 'okay' that followed after that long silence stirring a crooked grin to his lips all the same. Sera perhaps as entirely blunt and to the point as he himself was inclined to be. Azrael rather inclined to like that about her even if her lack of enthusiasm for the entire affair amused him to some extent. It took but barely the blink of an eye to see the man move, appearing abruptly beside the little witch, his little witch now, tugging the woman gently against him in a rare show of almost playful affection.

"Since we are so embarking upon this relationship then, if you want, I think we should have dinner before I show you the rest of this cabin, I think we can even stay the night- if you want. I know how to make toast too. So I have breakfast covered."