kissing death and loosing my breath

Courting was by far the most foreign concept to the young witch, entirely unsure of what sort of behavior was to be expected of her and what should all together be avoided. Regardless, Serafina managed to navigate such uncharted waters fairly well, simply enjoying the warlock's behavior on their occasional outings rather then focusing on what was expected of her. It was rather liberating for once and, frankly, her mentor's death and the warlocks entrance into her life rather allowed the young woman to blossom - giving her far more confidence then she had held only months prior. Tonight's activity, however, was far different then any of their outings before it. Today Davante had some how coerced her to not only allow him into her house but her kitchen of all things - to cook....for her. It was quite a foreign concept to Serafina, who had never been that great of a chef before and it was perhaps that newness that had caused the woman to allow it.

Serafina leaned against the edge of the counter, watching the man bustle about her kitchen, throwing open drawers and cabinets with a clear sense of disdain. Her arms were folded over her chest, her eyebrows rose ever so slightly as she watched the increased agitation, albeit only slight, cross his masculine features. "Well....yeah." She commented as if the question was quite an obvious one. In truth, a majority of Serafina's life had been with the scavenger mindset. She often nibbled on what she found in the forest on her hunts for fresh herbs rather then grocery goods. Serafina could flawlessly cook a rabbit but give her prepackaged ground beef and she'd only look at it blankly. Which was, coincidentally, exactly how the young woman was currently staring at the handsome man settled within her kitchen with his chicken and cutting board. "Do you...really want me to answer that?" She inquired, her gaze shifting ever so slightly in the process.

A soft snort left the young witch's nose at the prospect of loosing a finger with a knife. If there was any one thing that Serafina could boast about in regards to the kitchen it was her superb knife skills. After all, working herbs all day, skinning rabbits for dinner, these were things that couldn't be done without picking up something here and there. Never the less, the witch remained silent on the topic, if only for the simple excuse of being close to the man and effortlessly she slid between him and the cutting board, taking the knife from his hand. She felt the weight of his fingertips upon her arm as if she was a child that needed to be guided just as she could feel the blade responding to him rather then herself. She felt his hand on her hip as he leaned closer into her, a small simper tracing her features as her stormy eyes remained steadfast upon the food in front of her. He was tempting her, and they both knew it. It was this knowledge that caused the girl to refuse to give in.

Her mouth parted ever so slightly as the man stepped away from her to discover the two liquids she had on hand. "Hey! At least use the olive oil! You can't get sick from that stuff." She retorted with an almost childish pout. The olive oil was always her go to oil....quite clearly at that. From pasta to a glaze on her wild game, it was versatile....and...the apple cider vinegar was uh....left over. There was a soft huff to her lips as she turned away from him, waving him off with the smallest flick of her wrist. "Go. I think I can manage to chop up some chicken or whatever."