Serafina all but stumbled into the bar she had found in the wake of Christian, her gait hardly as smooth and fluid as it usually was. She fell into her chosen chair, watching as the bartender approached them with Christian's simple wave of his hand. Her words were, admittedly, rather slurred as she placed her own drink order and yet the bartender seemed willing enough, for now, to fulfill her order. It was only once they were left to their own devices that Serafina turned her attention fully back upon Christian as she leaned forward, all but attentive to the...half handsome man in front of her. She still maintained the belief that he'd look much better without the beard. But, then again, she had never much liked that whole lumberjack look in the first place. His inquiry of her favorite color, and in turn the color of her undergarments, prompted a girlish giggle upon her lips though Serafina was nothing if not coy, declaring he had to guess.
The witch's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Christian leaned back in his seat, staring at her in a wholly judgmental fashion. A near wicked grin crossed her features as he thought out loud, that smile only widening at the very idea of her as a 'fifi pink girl'.
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