they argued my right to ascension

He moves to do as entirely as she had requested of him, making his way into her kitchen to find a seat for himself, golden gaze drifting almost absentmindedly across the space before he asks after her intentions. He has, perhaps at last, finally become content enough within her presence and within her home to at least relax enough to sit, elbows leaning upon the countertop as he does. If anything, in the least, he no longer believes Seraphina desires to curse him with anything nor use her magic to assault him in any way. A small concession perhaps and yet within that gesture the man placed something of a trust for his very existence. Turning his back upon her, once, would have been an impossible task. Now he merely allows her to operate out of his view, aware of her, surely and yet any true belief she desired him any harm had long since evaporated. Seraphina the single and only supernatural creature he is willing to afford this concession too. The sudden lilting of her voice however sees him turn, if only slightly, before the woman announces in a manner of seriousness that she plans to do several rather horrendous things while worshipping the Devil around him.

"What?!"

The very look of terror she had been searching for is perhaps awarded to her with far too much efficiency, Azrael seeming to pale almost entirely at the very thought of it, the simper that danced suddenly across her pretty features failing to encourage him for several moments still until his gaze fell upon the jar in her hands and her assurance she merely desired to put a salve upon it. That- he supposes, is neither terribly magical nor overly in promotion of the Devil. Several muttered words of irritation pass his lips all the same before he simply lets her approach, almost obediently tilting his head to the side to at least allow to do as she intended and work the gel into his skin. In truth, if she managed in any fashion to stop its irritable itching he would be pleased. Vampire bites eternally seemed to possess an irritating fashion of itching, at least upon himself. A reaction perhaps, his own hunter body so vehemently rejecting the venom within it, inflaming much of the skin around it and resulting in the itching side-effect and yet he had seen far more then one being survive a vampire bite too. After all, not all vampires attacked to kill every time, some merely desired to feed and there were those utterly foolish enough out there to willingly allow them. Did they, too, have to put up with this ridiculous irritation? Why on earth would they ever allow it? The thought however, is dismissed rather quickly, his attention thoroughly returned to the present as he becomes rather intently aware of the woman's fingers upon his skin.

He very near misses the words she is saying, dimly aware of her explanation of what is within the salve, Azrael far more focused on her touch alone. He finds it rather- pleasant. Her fingers are gentle, easy, almost massaging against his skin and for perhaps the first time, truly, Azrael makes no effort to pull even remotely away from her touch, merely allowing himself to relax easily beneath it. He would not, perhaps, be entirely opposed to her hands anywhere else. The admittance of it startling to some part of his mind and yet he made no move to actually dismiss it either. Surely he was allowed to simply think it wasn't he? Why berate himself for that?

"Hmm? Oh- no, it wasn't, you have nice hands."

He speaks almost reflexively, having not truly anticipated his own words, a momentary pause of realisation seeming to strike him as he moves to hurriedly stand once more.

"I'll meet you outside."

It was, at least for the moment, easier to simply ignore this slip of the tongue, the kitchen suddenly seeming far warmer then he recalled it as he steps out and into the hall, fishing his car keys from his pocket as he does before stepping back out and onto her front steps. He frowns, slightly, irritated not truly at having offered the words- more so that, well, he is entirely sure he would have done better than that and yet for whatever reason this woman seemed to render him near useless in almost every facet- Azrael simply shaking his head a moment before dismissing it entirely. He waits only so long as it takes the young woman to join him, heading down the stairs beside her and onto the street, hitting the 'unlock' button on the new Aston Martin he'd been afforded with only very recently. If there was at least one perk to his eternal life it was surely the continual development of sports cars. He moves with a simple flash of speed to open the passenger side door before settling himself within the driver's seat, quite content with the way the engine rumbled to life and the near effortlessly way with which the car drove, a simper touching his lips at this simple pleasure.

"We're not going far."

He assures her easily, the back roads he is content to follow relatively free of traffic tonight, the Hunter effortlessly shifting gears, heading towards the South side of town.

"What ever happened with you and your wolf? Did you ever manage to get rid of it?"

It has truly only just occurred to him that Sera had mentioned little else about it since that day, Azrael finding himself at least mildly curious as to the fate of the canine he neither particularly liked nor took any real interest in. He merely ceased to bother it or its pack if only because they caused truly little trouble. The car easily comes to a halt outside a small area of forest, Azrael moving to shut off the engine before turning to the witch beside him.

"This is it."

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread