Despite that weariness with which Serafina eyed that shot glass, she still found herself picking it up to sniff the contents. Her nose wrinkled before she threw it back with the sort of ease of someone used to drinking, even if this wasn't her particular flavor of poison. Still, the young witch was pleasantly surprised when Christian gestured towards the bartender to fetch them more of that booze. Tonight, she suspected required that liquor running through both of their veins. Her ghost, she was certain, had not been lying with the way she'd been fretting over the warlock. It was only natural, those questions that poured from her lips. She'd long ago discovered that her 'clients', as she liked to call them, took the news of a ghost following them when she could first put a name to the face that haunted her visions. She was almost disappointed to discover that he was gay, or, at least, such was what she thought before his insistence that he preferred to keep his options open. Oh. One of those. One manicured eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she listened to the man speak of his preferences. So he liked confidence, hm? Certainty. No surprises. Sounded like he could totally be her type. A shame.

She watched as he held up his next shot glass, that glance within his masculine features told her well that there was more to him than meets the eye when it came to his bedroom preferences. "Mmm....interesting." She muttered, her slender fingers reached for that shot glass that accompanied his own. "And what do you bring to the mix?" The young woman inquired, those stormy eyes hardly leaving his own as she rose that glass to her sweetheart lips, consuming its contents in one fluid motion before it too was placed on the table before her. It was a dangerous game to play, provoking that conversation of the bedroom with that poltergeist beside him. The ghastly woman looked less than pleased with that line of questioning. Heaven forbid the witch show any interest in the man the ghost had deemed as hers. It was amusing, to say the least. Her attention refocused upon the warlock in front of her as he commented upon that grapevine no longer being apart of this world. It was a sentiment she could agree to as she informed him of the unfortunate way in which the woman had died, that bruising around her neck quite near giving it away.

She hadn't considered that such a death might have been accidental, her own head tilted to the side as her gaze shifted between the ghost and the man next to her. Huh. Maybe the pair had more in common then she thought. "That would be...unfortunate." She responded after a moment, though the ghost hardly seemed phased by that conversation of her own death, as if the poltergeist had already accepted the situation that had led to her demise. That whole notion of carving out a part of his heart for the ghost, however, prompted that feminine laughter from her lips, the idea rather amusing before she turned pointedly towards the ghost, chastising her for any ideas she might possibly get in the future. That rare simper still remained upon Serafina's features as Christian teased her for telling the ghost off. That small glimpse of amusement, unfortunately, hardly lasted for so long before the woman was informed of exactly the sort of fears that mysterious poltergeist had. She hardly anticipated that grim laugh, her own simper disappeared from her features as he admitted that drowning and burns he had experienced. Her lips pressed together and yet she hardly interrupted him as Christian informed her of that coven and the very reason he had gotten involved in such a thing in the first place.

"I see..." She spoke after a moment of quiet musing. "So, is this the whole, 'you want to die but don't want to do it yourself so you join something stupid to do it for you' type of situation?" Serafina inquired stretching out her petite figure before she reached for that third shot glass. Her wrist slowly twirled in a circle, purposefully letting the liquor twirl in that small glass. "I assume it would be pointless to give you the whole love of your life wouldn't want you doing this with the time you have left thing, huh?" Serafina inquired briefly as her grey eyes glanced up towards her. Great. Just great. She had to find a poltergeist with an actually difficult problem. Men like him weren't the kind to leave bad situations like this on their own. "Well, damn." She uttered, her spine straightened as she threw back her third drink. "Guess that means I just have to destroy your little coven if you have no intention of leaving it - huh, miss ghosty poo?" She ignored that glare she was given, the girl instead inquisitive to how such challenging words might be received by the warlock in front of her. It was a shame, really. He seemed like the type that could do far more with his life than....well....this. Pity.

serafina dubois