Delicately her fingertips dangled in front of the feline, allowing the creature to sniff her unfamiliar scent. Despite the girl's canine familiar, Serafina had always held some special affection for cats. She supposed that perhaps it was apart of their blood, a connection fostered by the magic that ran through their veins that dated as far back before any could really remember. Cats and witches had gone hand in hand for so long that their affinity only seemed natural. A small simper danced across her features as the cat began to wander off, sneaking to join the brethren that she was not yet intriguing enough to meet. Never the less, the young woman hardly took it to heart, instead happily offering the accepted beverage of her preference, feeling the taste of the vodka coat her lips and slide effortlessly down her throat. Already the alcohol had begun to lace her mind from her previous multiple shots, leaving her perhaps more willing to allow her dress to be ruined then she might have otherwise allowed. Never the less, the girl found comfort within the arms of her companion as the ebony cotton material began to unwind and disconnect at the seams, coming apart to reveal the lacy black undergarments beneath.

Serafina could feel the chilly air against her slender, pale frame and yet the girl hardly bothered to look down to see what he had done or how he had done it. Instead, her stormy grey gazed remained steadfast upon those crystalline eyes, watching only what caught his interest, drifting only with him as his eyes drifted towards the lock. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she watched the metal melt so that the internal mechanism would simply fail to work, the gesture brought a rather warm grin to her feminine features. It amused her the lengths he seemed willing to go to in order to ensure their privacy for the night, regardless of whatever company he had perhaps anticipated. It made her wander who he lived with, who else was in his life that she hadn't seen in that ghastly menagerie and yet, Serafina was entirely willing to ask. She hardly wanted her thoughts to linger in such a dark place, not when his skin was so very closer to hers - not when his touch managed to so light her flesh on fire. The electricity between them, the want, it was entirely palpable for the young witch and she only wished to encourage that flaming fire.

Her head cocked to the side ever so slightly as she met the intensely vibrant blue of his gaze once again, entirely curious of what his next plan of action was. He seemed wholly content to hold her nearly naked figure within his arms, to feel her flesh brushing against the material of his clothing and yet...he too seem largely unwilling to advance any further. It betwixt the girl in such a fashion that she almost questioned if it had something to do with her - that is until he finally voiced the truth of the matter. The cats? The notion alone was enough to make the corner of her lips tilt upwards, her smile flushing across her sweet heart lips as the girl leaned her head back, her long longs brushing against the hand that held her in the gesture. A entirely girlish giggle left her lips, a warm, open laugh that was so rarely characteristic of her. It was the kind of pure joy that perhaps could only be found at the bottom of a bottle. "It's fine, Davante." She replied amongst her giggles, entirely uncaring of the feline's presence or his need to have them absent. It hardly ruined the fiery feline's mood, instead simply allowing the man to carry her where he saw fit.

Only minutes later she felt the gentle sensation of his blankets against her back as he laid her on the bed, taking off her undergarments in one smooth gesture. She allowed him to do away with the last of her clothing articles, her neck bending back ever so slightly at the sensation of his lips brushing against hers. A soft sound left her lips and yet Serafina hardly protested. Instead, the girl's only reply was to reach towards the man, her fingertips knotting in his shirt to slide it off his figure, craving the contact of his skin against hers. Without magic to accompany her, Serafina slowly began to weasel her fingertips from shirt to jeans and from jeans to boxers. It was only the presence of another that caused the girl to move, her stormy gaze leaving the man to shift down towards the foot of the bed in idle curiosity of that creeping sensation that brought even her the feeling of being watched.