The young witch could hardly help that small simper upon her lips even as she so saw fit to tease her boyfriend on that perceived melodramatic nature, one she was relatively certain that she shared. That scoff upon his lips only furthered the grin on her features, even as the man declared that he certainly smiled far more than that Alpha of her familiar's. She could hardly say, truthfully, whether or not he was right and yet, it was that mention of Tobias that truly caught the woman's attention. That warm simper was quickly chased away, her lips pressed together in a small display of discontentment. Serafina sighed before her head slowly bobbed. "Yes, he is Raven's boyfriend, I met him once before. He tried to eat this witch I was helping out, I might have sort of frozen him and apparently he hasn't forgiven me for it since." She shrugged, hardly regretting her actions that day, even if that aforementioned witch had failed to pan out as her own protege...not that Serafina had entirely grown into her powers enough to need an heir in the first place. Her stormy eyes slowly slid towards the profile of that Dark Hunter at her side, a glimpse of temporary indecision crossed her features as she contemplated that bit of knowledge she had yet to impart upon Azrael.

"Azzzyyyyyy." The girl started with an almost saccharine sweet sound to that soprano voice - a sound that surely meant that she wanted something from the man....or that there was trouble to be had, truly distinguishing which could be difficult with the witch. "Sooo..you know how Raven and Tobias are dating right? I guess he told her he was going to marry her or something and I might sort of be like....her only real connection so...." Her voice trailed off, those blue-grey eyes watching him as if expecting him to make that connection of what she wanted without her needing to voice it. It was that lack of any sort of real acknowledgment that prompted the young woman to continue, Serafina entirely content to lean closer towards the man despite the center console or the fact that he was driving. "I have to plan their marriage. Come be my plus one? Pleaseeee?" Her petite hand fell upon the man's thigh, her fingers toying with the inner seam of those jeans. "I'll make it worth your while, promises." She suggested those words a mere whisper in his ear before the woman near playfully nipped at the man's earlobe, entirely certain of her abilities to coax a 'yes' out of him.

In fact, it wasn't until she received that very answer she was looking for that she fell back into her seat, that book upon her lap once again. She had hardly expected her companion's assurances that she could keep the book, her eyebrows raised slightly at the suggestion and yet, Serafina hardly made an effort to dissuade him. After all, she did find the whole affair rather curious. "I'll give you a full report on it then." She commented, winking at him in an almost childish fashion. At the very least, it seemed such a prospect put the witch in a rather good mood. Even so, she could hardly help that curiosity on what had brought them to that rather bizarre home in the first place, what with Azrael's rather clear opinion of the man. She had hardly expected to discover that it was a GPS, of all things, that had prompted them to visit that fellow hunter, and yet, she supposed that explanation was sensible. "Do you...like...GPS supernaturals?" She found herself wondering out loud, even though she rarely asked after the details of Azrael's hunting. She knew what he was, by all means, that simple fact hardly dissuading her, much less the death of her own species. Rather, she merely never asked after it due to the anticipation that he hardly wished to speak of those murders once his day was done. Presently, however, she found herself almost considering how convenient it would be for him if all of their kind just hand handy dandy GPS chips in them. THough, she supposed everyone's cellular devices were almost exactly the same thing - did they have access to that kind of thing? Did they coordinate with the police and world governments? Were they above them or beneath them? Hm....how many questions would Azrael let her ask...

She was momentarily considering just how many of those questions she could get away with when the man promptly announced they had arrived - though to where she wasn't quite sure. She recognized the park, and the gathering of her own species but....that festival had all but escaped her notice. She slid from that vehicle as Azrael opened the door, her lips pressed ever so sweetly against his cheek in a small gesture of affection of silent thanks. Her attention, however, was entirely focused on that festival the pair stepped into, the girl momentarily distracted by those fanciful potions that exploded into shards of pretty bugs. It was something she'd never considered with her own magic and it damn near fascinated her. Fortunately for Azrael, her attention quickly deviated, the woman easily distracted by the next thing to catch her interest. The sight of that ebony dress prompted her action if only for her boyfriend's often stereotypical views of her species. It was quickly plucked from that rack and yet, his judgment of the dress prompted little more than laughter from her. "You're right, I should get one of those sexy Halloween outfits." She jested, entirely amused by the idea of herself in such a garment.

She could hardly help herself at the sight of that pointed hat, the girl easily reaching for it only to place it upon his head. That assurance that Azrael was not keen on those hippies with their anti-shaving naked movement prompted an almost childish grin upon her features. "Don't worry love, I promise to always be smooth and freshly shaven for you...everywhere." She responded with an almost teasing wink, the vixen clearly in an almost impish mood that afternoon and yet, today, it seemed as if her ability to stand still in one place for terribly long was altogether lacking. Rather, it was a glass globe that caught her attention - this an object she knew well, even if she hardly had one herself. Her exclamation for Azrael to come see that object followed that sudden reach towards the sphere, the inside clouding, and clearing, changing colors and glowing in a direct reaction to the magic within her blood. Her lover's reaction, however, prompted a roll of her eyes, her free hand easily reached out to him. "Oh, calm down. They're used to scryer. It helps you see the unconscious things in your mind, come here, put your hand on it and I'll tell you what's going on in that unconscious brain of yours." She insisted, the woman entirely set upon playing fortune teller in that singular moment, even if Azrael was hardly prepared to be her victim.

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