Serafina had become, admittedly, rather taken with the notion of spending the remainder of her evening becoming far too drunk to remember the nuances of her rather peculiar meeting with the equally as curious warlock. That is, until her own affinity worked against her, prompting the young woman to flee the scene. With the liquor already so thick within her veins, her gait was certainly not as fluid as it usually was, the man's weight, as he fell against the wall, sent her tumbling straight into him. She was hardly ignorant of the reaction he seemed to have to the proximity of her petite frame. The sound that left her lips was quite impossible to ignore, causing the girl to raise one slender finger as she tapped it against his nose. That teasing nip was altogether encouraging, even despite his insistence that she was 'not his type'. Pft, like she bought that. She was pretty sure his pants told a different story and yet, what was the harm in merely enjoying the tease of it all? After all, it wasn't as if she was supposed to entertain ideas for something more, even if the alcohol brought out her far more flirtatious nature.

"If you insist." She stated as a coy grin crossed her fair features. "Let me know if you change your mind." Serafina could hardly help the wink she gave the man before she turned, altogether content to guide the man down the sidewalk and towards the next bar that would become their hotspot for the night. Her efforts to drag him, however, were halted by the man's sudden admittance that he'd left his credit card at the very bar they had only just fled from! it seemed, to Serafina, to defeat the whole purpose if all of their drinks had been paid for anyways! A soft huff left her lips and yet, his indifference towards the loss of his card was enough to prompt the girl to let the topic of his lost card drop. She pivoted on her heels, clearly intending to find another bar as the man all but drunkenly swayed behind her. She'd forgotten he'd had more to drink then her, though really her own usually prowling step was more of a determined stumble at best. It was the sound of his inquisitive voice, however, that caused her to pause, the girl slipping her arm between his as she leaned heavily upon the man.

It was, perhaps, no surprise that Christian was still deeply inquisitive of the 'army' she had once threatened to beset upon the man's questionable coven. Although she had already suggested taking them all by possession and thus turning the coven against one another, there was another option - one she had danced around despite her certainty of it. A heavy sigh left her lips. "Noooo. Ugh." She declared as if the admittance of this secret was a bother, "You know, there's a Dark Hunter army stationed just outside of town. It's a cavalry made of hunters and weres. Their commander is something of a legend and...." She shrugged as if there was nothing else to say of it. It was hardly exactly her army, per say, but she was certain that one word to Azrael was surely all that was necessary to gain the Hunter army's attention, especially if there was some dark evil coven just under their noses. Her boyfriend had the tendency to be...over cautious with her kind, it would be particularly easy to hype them up to get the results she required, if she so deemed it necessary in the first place.

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