How surprised he was to spy a pink haired woman at the end of his dock, playing with a creature that had actually ended actual demons with his unforgiving teeth. She must have been out of her damn mind! How she truly had no idea what she was toying with. She was lucky that the obsidian hued hound didn't snap at her! He knew all too well how vicious those teeth could shred through skin and bone like nothing. How his very companion had taken down vile creatures straight from the bowels of hell itself like it was nothing. He paused, watching that peculiar situation, that warning upon his tongue. Anxious for the seemingly innocent woman's safety.

He could spot that brilliant smile from here as his faithful companion seemed to take that bait of whatever hellhound lure she seemed to possess. It looked like a dried meat of some sort. He won't go for it, he couldn't help but think. Barney was smarter than that and he preferred raw, the fleshier and bloodier than better. So much to his own surprise, he could not hide the shock that he actually took that dried meat from her gentle offering fingertips. He rose a pointed brow, that no good philandering hound! The warlock had been so sure that large hound was loyal!

Apparently, he possessed the same weakness for woman as he did. Merely taking the treat was not the end of it either. HIS companion actually went so far, too far mind you, to lick the woman's face, and allowed her to pet him. That gleeful laughter escapes the pink haired woman.. How sure the irish warlock expected a scream as the beast ripped her face off next. He shook his head in his own disbelief, descending off his boat and onto the dock. That halfhearted reprimand directed at his so called faithful companion. Man's best friend his ass. Her warm laughter filled gaze met Brennan's silvery blue eyes, that question meeting him before she coos happily at the large seemingly 'lap' dog.

"Aye, short for Barnebus." He had to admit it was incredibly odd to see the woman, crouched speaking sweet nothings to a hellhound. Brennan could barely believe his own too eyes, but if the man could believe in something, it was definitely what was tangible, what he could see and touch. If only she saw the pup's true form, saw the sheer power he possessed he was certain she would be sent running, he was sure of it. He could not help but wonder and admire the potency of that very glamour and the chaos it would incite should it fail. But he trusted Serafina, with everything that he was. She knew what she was doing and it was quite clear how he piss poor excuse for a warlock. So what did he know?

The peculiar young woman retrieves some more snacks from her dry suit, that suit clinging to her figure, it was like magic. Because he could hardly see anything other than those womanly curves, that suit clinging appreciatively to her figure let alone room for pockets of all things. Maybe it was enchanted? Barnabus was quick to devour those tasty morsels she's offered like the dog could not get enough of it. She claims he was always secretly a lover and that brought forth an amused, mischievous expression to the man's features. "It would appear so. He's never taken a liking to anyone like this before, you must have made quite the impression. Or perhaps... I should ask.. what is in those treats of yours, hm?" He questions smoothly, those accented words easily leaving him then. What happened to that trained killer, protector and loyal companion?? He ran a hand through his mahogany sun lit hair.

Amused at how well that glamour worked in those moments even as the woman commented on his weight. Apparently it didn't work the hounds bulk too.. "Aye, he looks pretty good considering he's heavier than my anchor." That giggle so easily left her lips, that sound was pleasant. Just how much he missed the sound of laughter and he hadn't even known it. Barney thrust his mug into the woman's face, panting that humid, terribly rancid breath into her face. How interesting how it barely seems to bother the carefree woman.

The pink haired woman explained how she thought Barney was beautiful and the man can barely help the scoff that leaves his lips! "You think that ugly mug is beautiful??" How his trained eyes cut right through that glamour. "You must be slightly blind." He teased an easy chuckle escapes the warlock then. Of course, that glamour made him look absolutely near irresistible, if only the woman knew that she tried to cuddle what most would describe a menacing monster, alas, it was all for the best. "Would you believe me if I said he was a hellhound?"

She then introduces herself. "Ray.. like a ray of sunshine. It suits you. You can call me Brennan." How smoothly those words fall from the roguish man's lips. Her smile and laughter is near infectious.
She then admits that she is cold and truthfully, he was surprised she wasn't chattering teeth right now. "I told you.. its that wind, it cuts right through you. There is a reason why most don't come out here during winter." He was apparently not most people either. He was comfortable here, loved the very life he created for himself so very close to the sea he called home. It was lonely, but he preferred it this way. Just him, his dog and the ocean was all he needed. If only he could keep those demon's at bay and he was right as rain.

"A friend of Barney's is a friend of mine.. Come along, I have just the thing to warm you up while you dry off if you'd like?" A devilish smile spreads across his lips as he suddenly summons a thick white bath towel, it was large enough to devour her form. He tossed it to her, or more like at Barney got the most of it, his nose sticking out of the towel, barking his displeasure. He shook his head from side to side, able to shrug that very towel from himself before suddenly leaping off the woman to fix a challenging glare at Brennan. "Down." Brennan uttered with authority, that pup obediently sat, his eyes fixed upon the Irish warlock.. The close bond that they shared echoed in that canines dark eyes that looked nearly obsidian in hue, his mind taking him back to a place where both of them thrived and yet neither of them wanted to be.

Brennan O'Connell