She was beginning to feel the liquor going through her head, creating a sort of fuzziness within her brain and prompting a looser tongue then she normally had. Usually, with the women, anyways, she was often able to keep up with those fruity beverages and low alcohol content drinks but this...this was a whole different level of drinking. This was drinking to get wasted and Serafina had found herself on board quite before she knew what she was getting herself into. That very conversation of his own preference, at least, as far as the bedroom went, however, kept her entertained enough as she leaned her cheek against the palm of her hand. That inquiry of what he brought into the mix seemed to prompt a change in him, as if the very thought of sex had somehow made him ready for it. A small simper danced upon her features at the low growl in his baritone words. "Aren't you quiet the giver," Serafina commented, only for her gaze to rove his figure in a brief consideration. "I wonder, then, what is it you like, Christian." Her voice was almost breathy, entirely willing to play that game, inquisitive, yes, but to what point? Well, that remained to be seen.

It seemed that very topic of kinkiness continued to permeate the conversation and briefly, she couldn't help but wonder when the last time he got laid was, even as she contemplated the ghastly figure's death due to some unfortunate suffocation eccentricity. She was certain it would be a rather regrettable way to die, at least, until the very idea of her dying happy prompted a snort from her nose. "Oh yeah, right in mid-orgasm." She retorted, her head shaking ever so slightly before she goaded the ghost, insisting the woman not get any ideas in her fondness for Christian. The ghost, for what it was worth, seemed far more insistent upon her efforts to ensure Christian was okay. It was the very admittance of all that had been done to him, and all that he had done in turn, that gave her some notion of what had prompted this very haunting in the first place. Her efforts to find the heart of his apparent suicidal tendencies, however, only seemed to prompt a glare from the man, one she met rather head on. That snort on his nose caused her eyebrow to rise ever so slightly and yet, the truth was exactly what she had been looking for, even if she regarded him with little more than a sarcastic word. "Oh, I'm sorry, should I get my riding crop?" She teased in a deadpan tone, even if she understood, to some degree, those emotions that afflicted him. This was not a problem she could solve, his desire for death and punishment for his wrongdoings. She was not his therapist, she was looking for something easy to placate their ghastly little problem and that was anything but.

Serafina watched as he waved the waiter over for more drinks, prompting the girl to reach for another. What was this, her fourth? God she was going to regret this in the morning. Assuming she could even get home at this rate. It was going to be one of those things where it hit her hard out of nowhere and then she turned into the useless blubbering witch that saw ghosts. Serafina tossed back that shot glass as she listened to him talk of his now dead lover, a small shrug on her shoulders as she put that shot glass upside down on the table in front of her. Her delicate fingers reached for her other empty glasses, picking one up to place it beside her other in the foundation of the makeshift pyramid. "I mean, I could always find his ghost to ask if you want." She retorted with a small shrug at his grimace. "Not that I think it'll do you a lot of good." A soft sigh left her lips before she leaned back in her seat, eying him for several moments only to announce her intentions to destroy his entire coven, free him of his little hell, and thus her of her ghost issue. It was a grand scheme really, as far as she was concerned.

That laughter on Christian's lips hardly prompted even the slightest glimpse of amusement from Serafina herself, the woman simply watched in a vague glance of inquisitiveness. That idle comment that she certainly wasn't up to the task may have been true, but she had no intention of taking out the whole coven, not really. All she had to do was take him out of it and it was a plausible success. "I have a secret to tell you." She muttered, leaning forward against the table as she started fiddling with her pyramid construction between them. "See, I can do more than just....talk to the dead. Have you ever seen what an army of ghosts looks like? Do you know what it's like to be possessed by one? I'd like to see what your big...bad...coven...would do with what they couldn't see and couldn't fight. Maybe I should give you a glimpse, hm? Let her take possession of you. Though you might end up in your bedroom masturbating with her obsession with you. That might be a sight to see." An almost impish simper crossed her feminine features as her stormy gaze slowly turned upwards towards him. What was she trying to achieve, here? Frankly, she'd long since forgotten - now, she was just enjoying toying with him, the liquor running rampant through her veins was hardly helping in the slightest.

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