The young witch certainly knew the peculiarity of the request that lingered upon her tongue and yet she hardly hesitated to ask it. She was well aware of the skepticism that danced upon the male's face, bringing nothing but a shrug to her shoulders. "Would you have me ask something else of you?" She inquired with but a vague sense of inquisitiveness. Serafina had to admit that she wondered just what she could request from the man that he would so willingly forfeit to her. Never the less, the girl fell silent soon afterwards, content to simply watch the older fellow work so diligently at the battered body of the canine. The witch had to admit that he had some measure of skill, clearly far more aware of what he was doing then he had perhaps been ever willing to let on. It was curious - to see him so attentive to his task, it made the girl contemplate what he might have been like had she met him decades ago. What might he have been like before being corrupted into the hunter he was now. It wasn't until the mention that he was done that she stirred, striding forward to pluck the hairs from the girl's head without any lingering comment on what she intended to do with them or how much the knowledge of her craft unsettled him. In fact, Serafina was all together willing to forget the matter entirely, choosing instead to tease the man on their last evening spend together.

"You offered it!" The young girl retorted, "Besides! I helped pay for it, thank you very much." She was quite insistent upon that fact -having blown what little allowance her now dead mentor had provided her upon that very pizza. It was interesting, this thought that the pair might be friends. Especially considering how rarely they had seen each other or how much their species should put them at odds with one another. Still, Serafina found some sort of pleasure in the idea of what they were about to attempt. Enough so that she fell silent as he led her through the Ark and out to the pristine sports car on the dock. For a long moment she was given to pause as he opened the door for her, turning with decided purpose towards him to shove him in a fashion that was both playful and indignant. "YOU OWN AN ASTON MARTIN AND YOU MADE ME PAY FOR A DAMN PIZZA?!" The girl exclaimed, quite clearly taking offense to this new fact of her friend. "Ugh! I can't believe you Azrael! Haven't you heard that men are supposed to pay for things for ladies!" She was all too willing to throw his traditional stance back in his face, enough so that she settled in her italian leather chair with her arms crossed over her chest in a ever present gesture of disdain.

It wasn't until sometime later that her annoyance passed enough to answer the man's lingering question. Her head shook from side to side ever so slightly. "No. It's not really that easy. My bond with her was my first real power. I still don't even know how I did it. I'm going to have to do research into it to undo it. It'll likely be some ridiculously laborious process that will take me months to figure out. I think it requires both of our blood though...which means I will have to see her again." There was a soft sigh on her lips as Serafina nestled back into the seat, her eyebrows furrowed at the thought of it. She tried to remember everything she could about that night. The night the two had forged their connection. Either way, she didn't dwell on it long. It was a conundrum for another night and the car had already begun to slow as they approached the neighborhoods upon the west side of town. Her stormy gaze rose, glancing over the fronts of the apartment buildings. She was hardly one to judge the state of his home or where he chose to live. After all, she was born an orphan with no such room to her name - bare or otherwise. Never the less she stepped out of the car, brushing off his words with a small flick of her wrist before following him up into the apartment that he occupied.

Only briefly did her gaze tarry across the state of the apartment, hardly worried about the mess that lingered within. Instead, her attention was entirely settled upon the blond hunter in front of her and his apparent inability to cook. "So...did you have a plan then for this?" The young woman inquired, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly. Instant noodles were certainly not within a category that Serafina often ate in. It was true that she wasn't the greatest when it came to ovens - give her an open fire and she excelled with relative ease. "All right, all right, let's see what you have." She spoke again with a sigh, her head shaking ever so slightly as the girl made her way to his refrigerator, digging into the contents inside to see what meal she could prepare for the poor, surprisingly helpless man.