It wasn't all surprising he had been entirely oblivious to the light-footed Serfina trailing him through those tangled woods. His mind was running rampant, his boots hardly took the same care as the dainty female. He knew hell beasts would find him even if he was quiet and meticulous or loud and obnoxious. But the timing had aligned, he had paused to sense that quiet shroud that suffocated the forest from life and then there was that loud piercing crack that seemed to echo. He froze, one moment he was empty-handed the next his power flashed and there was a large menacing sword in his hand. It felt warm within his hands, as though his power had heated it. He knew it would be dripping in blood within these next crucial minutes and yet what he captured in his sights was not a beast, ghoul, or demon, but a woman. Serafina. His raven-haired goddess, perfectly unobtainable and someone else's. His heart dropped within his chest, he would rather face any beast than feast his eyes on her right now. Not because he didn't like the view or being around her, but because it pained him. It pained him more than he would ever like to admit. He dropped the blade, still holding it, but it was loose at his side. He sure as hell wasn't going to kill her.

Yet, despite the sudden pain of loss welled within his chest, he smiles that perfectly placed unreadable roguish grin. That very look that declared he was up to no good. The same look he gave her before he ravished her, the same look he gave her when he wanted to rile her blood. There was something intimate about that look that was different than the one he gave to the others. She crosses her arms in that way that made him only look to her exceptional breasts. He couldn't help it, she was gorgeous. For a moment he is stunned, perhaps even fearful of the force that was Serafina, now heading his way. She may be small but she was mighty and fierce.

That icy fire was focused straight upon him. Perhaps he deserved it and perhaps he enjoyed seeing her riled over him all the same. She flat out shot those words and practically singed his flesh. He couldn't answer her, did not want to. "I thought you were too busy with your charming hunter to notice my absence." He regretted the words the moment they fell from his lips. He sounded so.... Jealous.

He asked her what she was doing out here. He didn't like she was out here so close to the beasts from that hell. He didn't question her prowess, but he was concerned for her. He had spent what felt like an eternity fighting these creatures. It was no easy feat, it never was and yet he thrived within it. Maybe he was destined to hell.

"Happy to be your entertainment." He drawled, knowing very well it wasn't what she meant.

He thought he had taken care of that smell that seemingly didn't want to stop clinging to his skin. She wrinkled her nose at him as if she couldn't bear it. Brennan, on the other hand, he was entirely oblivious to that assaulting scent. She claimed it was like a burnt smell, trying to air it away flapping her arms, clearly failing to do so. Was he really that bad? He brought his arm and smelled his skin deeply, pinched the fabric of his clothes to bring it to his nose and got nothing. Nothing! Not even a ghost of a scent! Did the beasts smell singe his sense of smell into oblivion? She took another step forward, that look of disgust dancing upon her face. Ok now his pride was hurting, he frowned deeply, his smile faltered as he spoke his story. A matching frown reached her features as he explained what the smell was from. EWW she claimed, it nearly echoed within the forest. For someone so fearless she certainly got squeamish rather quickly.

Her voice reached out to him, saying she was curious of why HE was out here and then inquired about another goo creature. He shrugged despite the validity of that statement. "There very well could be.. but I have to admit I haven't seen many duplicates, they all seem different." Different and yet so very much of the same motive and drive. He was unsure if he should tell her about the portal in which these beasts were coming through, maybe even the demon used himself. What harm could come of it if he did? "I came to find that portal I was sent through to destroy it.. I've had one too many of these beasts track me down and its starting to piss me off.." That masculine irish accent danced among the still air toward her ears. Now it was starting to piss him off? There was no logic behind that statement. In truth, it had been annoying the shit out of him for some time.

He challenged her with that notion of taking a bath with him if the smell bothered her so badly. She gave him a hard look, that eyebrow raised. He did not falter from that look, in fact, he was amused by it. Welcoming those thoughts, even the sinful ones to dance within his head. He remembered of a time that now seemed a lifetime ago. "I don't care to be out here sopping wet in the lake alone... that is.. unless you join me. I may consider it. After the portal is destroyed." That mischievous glint found his pale silvery blue eyes, he allowed his voice to lower to that enticing level. To hell with considering it, he knew he would take that offer in less than a hot second. He knew there were no dryers out here, so he would be very adamant that clothes remained ashore unless it meant they would be coming off after, permanently. He coaxed the little vixen he knew she was to come out and play. Even if he knew that no matter how much he reminisced in the delicious past it was like a broken mirror. The pieces would never go back to the same way they were before.

Brennan O'Connell