It was almost normal, the way that Serafina so took on that baggage that Brennan had dragged to her doorstep. For several years, Brennan had been the one at her side, the one she'd gotten through so much with that it was near habitual that she might take on this daunting task of dealing with a demon. The young woman was already considering the research that might be done on such a topic and where she might find books with rituals or spells that might help them. She near ignored that silence he regarded her with, just as he too seemed to ignore the insistence in which the girl near inserted herself back into his problems and, in turn, his life. She knew well she could hardly be what she once was to him. After all, Azrael certainly didn't deserve to be played in such a fashion and there was still that simple fact that he had left her, even if she now knew it was all of her mentor's doing. She should have forgiven him near instantly and yet, Serafina's emotions were known for being finicky. Even so, she spoke hardly a word of it as she led him into that comfortable townhome, her gaze shifted over his shoulder at him at the talk of her mentor. Somehow, she doubted Brennan would be satisfied with the amount of "suffering" he hadn't experienced and yet, she hardly felt the need to tell him of this, merely shrugging in response.

The young woman stepped into that home, crossing the hearth to fiddle with that alarm, all the while listening to that idea that lef Brennan's lips. Her head shook from side to side ever so slightly as so silenced that alarm. "I don't have the ability to do that...the best I can do is help him find peace in this world so he can move into the next but...I somehow doubt that's what you want so...he'll have to just hang around." A small shrug crossed her shoulders and yet, she was resigned to the fact that her ghastly mentor would continue to haunt her life in one fashion or another. If not alive then apparently he would continue to harass her in death - though, frankly, she preferred it this way. Her attention, however, turned to a far more pressing matter as she demanded the man strip from those clothes, the woman's gaze certainly lingered in an appreciative fashion and yet, any efforts he took to bring that reunion into her bedroom were deftly side stepped. Rather, the girl gathered his wet clothes, taking that bundle into her arms as she pivoted with a dancer's grace to move up those stairs and towards that laundry room. He'd given her only just several moments before he followed suit, the washer machine already gurgling away whilst the young witch was content to settle in front of that wardrobe and, in turn, rid herself of that cold dampness that had soaked through her clothes in that short amount of time she had been without either umbrella or that thick coat that smelled so wonderfully of Brennan, albeit a very dirty Brennan.

The girl was oblivious to the audience she had as her fingers moved towards her spine, undoing that clasp of her undergarment only to let it fall from her arms and onto the floor. She'd have to wash that later. A soft sigh left her lips as her fingers reached out towards those hanging clothes, flipping through them with a momentary indecision before she reached for a large, oversized t-shirt. The girl hardly flinched at the voice of her companion and yet, Serafina was hardly one to be swayed in the slightest. She pulled that shirt over her petite frame before discarding her own sopping jeans, all the while listening as he spoke of his capabilities of both pleasing her physically and with that tale of his absence. The girl reached for a pair of comfortable, hip hugging cotton pants, pulling them over her long legs whilst responding to that invitation to 'make a mess' together with a mere grunt. It was neither yes nor no, but she was an expert at neither agreeing or disagreeing. It was the sound of her name, however, that drew her stormy grey eyes towards him, that voice more rugged and sensual then even she remembered it being. He was tempting her and both of them knew it well. Loyalty was never a trait that was used to define the vixen and yet - here she was, saying no to all of this. How on earth had Azrael managed to coax this from her? God, it was that fact that he so....good wasn't it? Azrael was that angel on her shoulder whilst Brennan was so coaxing her with his devilish ways. Could she have picked two men who were any more of complete opposites then they?

Her body straightened as he closed that distance between them, her grey gaze remained steadfast upon his own as his arms drew her closer towards him. There was something...nostalgic about this, even with those softly uttered words to get warm. She knew what was going to happen if she stayed there. She knew he would kiss her, he would touch her and her resolve would crumble and they'd go tumbling in that bed and then she'd either have to come clean to Azrael and risk losing him or lie to the man with an absence of the truth and then leave Brennan all the more upset when he discovered Azrael's existence because she'd toyed with him equally as much. God, why were men so damn difficult? Her gaze turned from him in those last few seconds she had, her eyebrows furrowed with thought. "As do I....shall I start the fireplace?" She inquired, quite blatantly side stepping his request whilst also stepping away from the man's grasp and back towards the bedroom door. "Do you want tea or coffee?" Well, at the very least he couldn't argue that she wasn't being a gracious host.

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