Despite that ruse of demureness Serafina so conjured within that singular moment, the witch was nothing short of entirely aware of the way she so coaxed the eyes of the men within the room to linger upon the hint of her ample bosom, the very sight of which so prompted a glorious flush of crimson upon the pale cheeks of the Italian King. Oh, how she delighted in that very hue! It was but the sound of her soprano voice that so seemed to prompt some sort of reaction from the Monarch, his hand so gently taking her own to brush his lips across her knuckles in a way that so surely delighted the young witch. She could hardly help that blatantly mischievous glimpse to her stormy gaze as Dorian so attempted to turn his attention elsewhere, that singular action alone so guaranteeing the man's fate for the remainder of the evening, even as Brennan's sudden announcement drew both of the pair's attention towards the handsome roguish pirate. An almost innocent simper crossed Serafina's painted lips. The woman was almost oblivious to those seeds of jealousy that had so been implanted within her warlock. After all, in all their time together, Serafina had always been his. As a by-product, such emotion was one she had not before seen afflict the very man at her side as he thrust out that box of delicate treats, the very presence of which so seemed to baffle the fae Monarch for a moment before the fae so graciously accepted that gift.

Silently the young woman trailed after the Monarch as he led them into what Serafina could only assume as a formal room of sorts and yet, it was that small round tea table that so drew her stormy eyes. Even she could not deny that it was nothing short of elaborate in every sense - that tea party far greater than anything her own imagination could have crafted. Brennan's own insistence that Dorian shouldn't have gone through such an effort, however, was merely waved off with the promise that the Monarch and his husband took tea in such a way near weekly! How...glamorous such a life was! To have such delicious delicate cakes made so frequently just for the sake of having them. The young woman settled within that seat offered to her, the witch so placed between both men only for her attention to deviate towards those cakes and pastries that lined the tower before her. The sheer amount of gold, from decorations to wrappers, all but enamoring the witch. She watched as Brennan reached for the cake, only for Dorian to suggest the use of that fork beside his plate. That very confusion upon his masculine features prompted a brief explanation from the young witch of how that cake fork was different than any other normal dinner fork. That sudden inquiry as to what she did however, caused her head to tilt ever so slightly, those ebony locks shifting against the pale cream of her collarbone. "I manage a store in the West." She responded, her own explanation of just the way she so managed it, much less the contents of the store, so kept purposefully vague. After all, he hardly needed to know the identity theft she'd gone through to keep that store in her possession after her mentor's murder - though, really, even Brennan was ignorant of all she had done to maintain her lifestyle in his absence.

Her stormy eyes shifted at Brennan's inquiry of those forks, the man clearly still baffled by the sheer number of them. All in all, the manner of forks seemed decidedly straight forward when compared to the matter of Serafina and Brennan's relationship. She watched as Brennan waved that fork in front of him, the woman nodding simply that he had indeed chosen the right one before her grey tinged gaze shifted towards the man across from her. Easily, the young woman confirmed that, once upon a time, the pair had indeed dated - that relationship one she had foolheartedly once thought to be her first and only ever real brush with love. She was oblivious to the near pointed fashion at which Brennan's gaze turned towards the cupcake in front of him, her stormy irises focused entirely upon the man across from her. Her head shook ever so slightly at that inquiry of marriage - the very idea nothing short of laughable for the woman. "No, of course not." The female responded and yet any other retort she might have provided was cut short by the very presence of something distinctly predatory. It was the weight of his gaze that caused her attention to shift to the man, his own distinctly blue irises so trailing down the slit in her gown in a fashion that so clearly suggested his thoughts were certainly not where they should be - for a married man. A small simper crossed her lips as she watched the fellow take his own seat at the table - oh this would be a very fun tea party indeed.

That soft sigh upon Brennan's lips briefly capture her attention, her gaze fluttering towards the man, albeit temporarily. For a moment, she listened as Sebastian inquired after that very book that had prompted their visit today and yet, she was hardly as interested in that novel at the present moment so much as the man across from her. Sweetly, Serafina uttered the Monarch's name, only to ask after those very gardens outside, her own foot so coyly brushing against Dorian's leg in the process. The man's reaction was near instantaneous, that tea nearly spilled as that lovely shade of red so filled him again. How she so enjoyed that very color!!! Even though his legs so hurriedly shifted out of his reach. The very sound of Dorian's voice so prompted a teasing simper to hear features and yet, before she could even respond, Brennan's voice so broke through her own impish antics, inquiring after the sudden interest in gardening of all things. As if Serafina ever had any desire to so dig through dirt! The girl could hardly help the roll of her eyes though she was hardly irritated in the slightest, after all, Brennan did know her particularly well, those compliments always shining through only when the kitten wanted something. "I'm not interested in gardening, dear. I'm interested in the herbs. Herbs that are grown from magic. Can you imagine how potent they would be? The potions I could craft from those would be magnificent."

Her stormy gaze shifted back towards Dorian as the young woman leaned forward ever so slightly, positioning her arms just so in a manner that so made the supple roundness of her breasts all the more prominent from that tantalizingly plunging neckline. She was, admittedly, all too greatly for the sheer small size of that table, affording her that chance to continue her games for some time longer with the Fae Monarch. Delicately, her hand reached out beneath that table to touch the man's knee. "Dorian, will you let me take some of your plants? I could do....miraculous things with them for you." Her own voice was distinctly unhurried, perhaps bordering upon the very suggestion that her thoughts were focused upon something other than those very plants as her hand gingerly moved further up the man's thigh, altogether inquisitive of just how high he might let her hand go.

The very thought of all she could do with them still lingered upon her mind as Dorian asked his servant for the very book they had visited for in the first place. Her gaze shifted briefly towards Brennan as he commented upon just how much he was relying on that novel so having that information that they sought. Truly, Serafina was hardly ascertain the situation was as dire as Brennan seemed to say and yet, she said little of it as the man beside her prattled on about all they had thus far achieved with her own useful knowledge of magic and the otherworldly, little though it was. What she didn't know, however, was that Brennan had been marked, that little detail one that had slipped by her entirely and, in turn, now it pulled entirely at her attention. She watched astutely as Brennan pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and dress shirt, revealing that angry mark upon his flesh. "It...glows?" She inquired in the aftermath of his words, her hands so fearlessly reaching out for the man whom had once been her lover, taking his very arm within her fingers and pulling it away from that tie he so strove to lessen. "Why didn't you tell me that?" Serafina inquired, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as her fingers ran over that mark in a clearly fascinated manner. What sort of intriguing magic had been burned into his flesh! What mysteries it might hold after all! Perhaps, she could decrease the power of that mark that so let those creatures hunt her warlock - though would such truly be any better if it meant the monsters were left to wander Sacrosanct freely with no true goal in mind? "Does it...react to Bar...what's his name again? Barnacle?" He was, after all, a hell hound was it not?

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