they argued my right to ascension

The near satisfied purr of the woman at the sight of car is hardly missed, his own lips pulling upward in satisfaction as he settles himself into the seat beside her. There was, he supposed, the occasional perk to his evidently endless life and the money the Council saw fit to throw at him over the years. It allowed for some indulgence, cars a particular passion of the man, the Aston Martin badge one he had enjoyed over rather a few years and one he had seen little need to steer away from with the development of this particularly pleasing vehicle. That Serafina shared a similar appreciation for it was hardly unwelcome.

"It is perhaps one of the few actual perks to my job."

He answers simply, seeing no need to go into actual detail in regards to just how he had come about acquiring the car. He had, in fact, allowed very few people to actually see it. The rather expansive car collection of Tetradore and Tobias was hardly a secret amongst the Hunters Council, Azrael having little desire for either of them to attempt to add his vehicle to their collection. That, he thinks, would be entierly a reason worth disrupting their pack over. He knows, innately, that the woman is deflecting his question in regards to her canine companion. It was no secret, in any fashion, that he disliked Raven as he disliked most creatures of any supernatural ilk. He had healed the wolf only because it pleased Sera for him to do so. He left her and her pack untouched because they were, for all intents and purposes, a fairly sedate pack. They kept to themselves, they fought only each other in that moronic fighting ring and as such the Hunter saw little need to involve himself with them even despite the occasional press from the rest of the Council. For the most part the city had been relatively calm in regards to supernatural events, the Council thusly content with his position here and as such they saw little need to interfere. It was for the better perhaps. He hardly needed anyone else from the Hunter ranks strolling about town. Especially on nights like this, on those few and rare moments he chose to truly enjoy the company of the witch he so often attempted to remove from his thoughts with a highly debatable level of success.

He merely allows the subject of the wolf to pass, even despite his assurance there was far more to the story then the witch cared to offer, his thoughts instead fixated upon his own intentions for the night. It had been a long time since he had done anything even remotely within the realm of dating in any fashion, the old habits within the man still arguing over this modern way of doing anything and yet he had convinced himself if the rest of the world could manage it, then surely he could as well. There was, he is sure, a lack of finesse to the modern way of dating and yet for tonight at least his is content enough to embrace it. The further from town he drives the far more relaxed he finds himself becoming until the car pulls smoothly to a halt outside the forest- Sera's mumbled words hardly missed as he turns to face her once more.

"Why on earth did you think I would take you to a swamp?"

One eye lifts upward and into that wealth of white gold hair, eyeing the woman almost suspiciously now. Is that what she believed he did on his nights off? Went....mudding? He manages a sigh of sorts, eyes rolling lightly before moving to appear beside her down, opening smoothly for her to allow her out before gesturing to the small trail within the trees.

"We have to walk from here. The track is muddy in places, that is why I suggested you wear clothing you were not overly attached too. Not because I intended to navigate a swamp."

It would, he thinks, be decidedly unamusing to attempt to walk the woman along such a track in an evening gown and high heels. Azrael rather willing to admit he hardly minded her more casual appearance all the same before he moved to lead the way, pausing to allow the woman a chance to reach his side before striding into the undergrowth. It was, at least by Azrael's standards, a fairly easy walk, even if he was forced to maintain such a ditheringly slow speed. He had found himself befit of more patience tonight then he so often was, away from the city and the work he so loathed and loved all at once, content to pause each time a particularly muddy area, puddle or fallen log seemed to slow them down. Watching Serafina attempt to climb a rather large boulder, in the least, saw the faintest taint of amusement touch at his features. A look the man rather diligently covers before moving to offer the woman his hand and guide her down the other side. She truly did have pleasant hands, the man assured his earlier comment had been true, despite the classically misplaced manner in which he had afforded it to her. Really he has come to wonder how he has ever had any women in his eighty year life.

"There is a purpose to this I assure you, I did not bring you here to watch you traverse different obstacles. I promise you that. It's just up ahead."

Romance, in any sense of the word, is not truly Azrael's talent and yet some part of him had desired, for even a single evening- to have the woman entirely to himself and without the interruption of the city. It was truly the only place he knew to facilitate that. As he had promised the raven-haired witch, the trail ended merely a few strides later and upon the banks of the lake. Though it is hardly the expensive body of water he has walked all this way to show her, one hand lifting easily to gesture to the right and towards the rather exquisite log cabin nestled amongst the trees.

"Technically the Council owns it- I merely, fixed it- a little."

It is, perhaps, the most understated sentence the man has ever offered. The log house the very picture of luxury in every sense of the word, a far cry from his less than impressive apartment he called home and distinctly more modern even despite its wood and stone-based exterior. Expensive cars are not his only passion. For several moments he merely allows the gold of his gaze to linger upon the woman beside him, allowing her to take in the luxuriant building he had brought them too.

"I am.....not particularly good at.....this, but I dislike my own apartment immensely and I thought this might be a far better alternative to spend an evening at."

He knew, with assurance, that Serafina was the only supernatural for miles, the instincts that so bombarded him within the city, even within his own apartment from their proximity, unable to touch him here. Leaving the often irritable hunter with only a single being to focus on. The man notably more relaxed amongst the trees. There was, of course, every chance the woman might not have any interest in exploring such a house and yet he suspected she hardly had interest in trying to navigate that trail again, at least making the option of staying the far simpler one. He can be at least a little....cunning, when he tries.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread