Serafina was well aware that toying with demons was never a recommended course of action. She scarcely understood why he'd bothered to make such a folly of a contract with one of their kind. Whatever world or place he'd landed in could hardly be that bad to consider something that would leave him so utterly doomed. Though their relationship had certainly been sweet, even it was not worth dealing with the hellions. Her lips pressed together with firm distaste, even as she voiced how that creature would surely use his desperation to return against him. They were masters at irony - at taking away the very thing that prompted their associates to make that deal in the first place. That soft sigh that escaped her companion's lips drew his gaze and yet, his admittance that he had a plan prompted her eyebrow to raise with a clear hint of dubiousness. The young witch knew well what sort of man he was, just as she somehow anticipated that, whatever this plan was, it would hardly progress smoothly, of that she was utterly sure. Her head shook ever so slightly at Brennan's insistence that he was surely a dead man and yet, Serafina had never been one to willingly accept such a thing. "We'll figure it out." She responded resolutely, that tone of voice near indicating she hardly was to be argued with.

There was something wholly reassuring of the sight of that townhouse before her. Talks of demons and Brennan's involvement with them had somehow set the usually placid girl on edge. After all, there was no besting a demon. They were an otherworldly creature of their own class. She could not stab one, she could not seduce one, she could not utter some fancy spell to rid herself of one. They were something else entirely. Even so, she hardly voiced of the way their existence unsettled her. Instead, the young woman merely climbed the stairs of her home with talks of her mentor upon her lips. The dead were much easier to handle then demons, she was sure, though truly she even hardly had a grasp on those ghosts as it was. That scoff caused the woman to look back at that inquiry, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. She would have liked to have taken the credit for killing him but, the fact of the matter was, she had not. "My familiar did." She stated as she fit her key within that lock. "He came after me again." Those words fell flatly from her lips, the woman void of an sort of emotion of the way her own mentor had treated her in the past. The girl excelled at distancing herself from such situation, it was how she coped. Even so, a small shrug crossed her shoulders as her companion stated it was hardly worth arguing with the dead, her comment entirely truthful in response. "I argue with him all the time." And indeed, she did.

As it was, her stormy gaze hardly landed upon that familiar ghastly figure when she stepped into the warmth of her townhome. In fact, the home was decidedly empty of any supernatural life. It was...odd. Of late there had always been someone here. If not her mentor then someone else. Still, she decided not to mention it, instead turning on her heels to order her companion to strip. Her eyes remained settled upon him, watching him as he peeled that shirt off of his muscular form. She could hardly deny that he had become far more....defined since she remembered, however, she was hardly ignorant of the subtle small scars that littered his frame that she did not remember. Wherever he had been, it had clearly been rough living. Still, she remained silent as her gaze slowly slid downwards with his jeans, pulling them off only to stand and showcase all of him. The girl could hardly help but to bite her bottom lip at the mere sight of the man. After all, once upon a time, he had been all hers. Hell, he could be again and both of them knew it....but....but...Azrael. That singular thought so pierced through her mind as her gaze turned away from that fine specimen of an ideal man. Azrael was trying against all odds and obstacles. He had stayed with her in spite of all the illegal activities she did, he'd kept her safe both from her clients and his own kind. Surely he deserved better from her in return...didn't he?

Ugh, loyalty had never been Serafina's strong suit. The girl abruptly stepped forward to collect those clothing from in front of him, the woman hardly offering him more then a pause and a backward glance at the stairs. Her rejection of that suggestion hardly held any bite to it in the slightest. Quite on the contrary, Serafina was determined to get that story from the man and equally as determined to stay on point. She easily moved up that staircase, hardly considering that he might follow her, though really, she should have. She paused in front of that dryer, shoving his clothes in the depths of the machine only to turn the whirling thing on. The girl retreated towards her own bedroom, hardly hearing those steps up the stairs over the noise of the laundry room at the end of the hall. Rather, she stood before that rather expansive closet, considering her choice in clothes as the girl pulled that shirt off of her slender figure. Her fingers had only just brushed against that strap of her undergarments when his voice commented from the doorway, causing the girl to pause, though it was only momentarily.

A small snort left her nose as she removed that bra, presenting the man with little more than her bare back. She reached out, pulling a large, comfortable oversized shirt from the depths of that closet. "Because I want my story." She replied simply, pulling that shirt over her figure before her hands went to her jeans. She gave rather little thought to undressing in front of Brennan, after all, he had seen all of her before - so had many men. Modesty had never been her strongest point either. "And because we still have to fix this mess." She continued, kicking her jeans on the floor before she reached into pull a short pair of cotton shorts from the that ore comfortable pile of clothing. Maybe it was her fault for failing to mention her current relationship status and yet, as she glanced over her shoulder at the roguish man, she simply found that she...couldn't. He'd find out sooner or later that she was no longer his to toy with. He'd find out that in his absence another and swooped in to pick her up in his arms. He'd probably hate her for leading him on, for not telling him but...she there were feelings within her that made all of this far more difficult for her then it should have been. She cared for Brennan's feelings. She didn't want to see that heartbreak upon his handsome face...or maybe she was just fooling herself too much to believe that he'd even be distraught over losing her.

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