Serafina was strikingly used to the peculiar looks her name often warranted, it was so strikingly angelic for the rather fiendish woman. She hadn't realized, prior to now, just how peculiarly similar Azrael's own name was. Azrael - the angel of death and destruction. What a pair they made. A small simper spread across the young witches' features as her stormy hued irises glanced towards her boyfriend though she said nothing in response to the new witch beyond a small shrug of her shoulders. The sarcasm, admittedly, hardly perturbed Serafina in the slightest. The feisty woman was so often prone to such comments as it was. It was, however, that inquiry of Azrael's often gruff demeanor that prompted far more through of an answer for her. "Think....older. Like....the 1900's or something." Admittedly, Serafina had never exactly asked Azrael's age, the gap between them surely astounding enough as it was that to dwell upon just how old Azrael was for any great length of time often caused the young girl to simply scrunch her nose in discontent. It was, however, Kathryn's insistence that Azrael hardly acted that old that brought ready laughter to her lips. "Sometimes I think that too, and then he'll laugh at me for complaining about running out of hot water because 'back in his day' they didn't even have bathtubs." Serafina rolled her eyes, even as she tried to mimic Azrael's often grumbly voice. Though the Dark Hunter was nothing shy of gruff, she supposed, as she watched him return to that sleek Aston Martin, that she wouldn't have him any other way.

Her attention turned towards her boyfriend as Azrael slid back into the vehicle, clearly annoyed over that Western Alpha that even Serafina knew well of. Although she made some effort to explain the Were-King's peculiar safety from the council, she was hardly invested within the man enough to argue against Azrael's own suspicions. After all, from what she knew of the Alpha, it would be equally within the man's tendency to simply pay away those infractions. She would do the same, if she had any indication as to what her file said. Thankfully, Azrael hardly seemed terribly focused upon the man at the present, instead inquiring after directions for just where they intended to drop off her new protege. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the young girl's directions - it was...startling just how close Kathryn lived to Serafina herself, not that she intended to share such information to begin with. Rather, she was content to merely fall silent as Azrael explained the purpose of the Council and Dark Hunters as a whole, until a singular question fell from Kathryn's lips. "What better to kill the supernatural than another supernatural." She hummed to herself. The girl in the back seat clearly hadn't seen a human try to take down a vampire before. Still, it was that notion of a hunter murdering a human that caused her eyebrow to raise. "Why would they do something like that?" She inquired, glancing back to the woman behind her. What would be the point?

Thankfully, they were spared from that line of inquiries and considerations as Kathyrn declared they had arrived at their destination - or at least, as close as she was willing to share. Interesting. The young woman's voice drew Serafina's gaze before her head bobbed slightly, "Yeah." She responded curtly only to scribble down the offered phone number on one of the receipts in Azrael's vehicle - much to his dismay, she was sure. A small flick of her wrist was all that the woman was given as a way of goodbye, only for the door of the vehicle to close behind her. A soft sigh left Serafina's lips as she tossed that page back in the center console. "I just did something dumb, didn't I?" She inquired as her gaze turned back towards her boyfriend. "Don't answer that." She informed him, a single finger rising to point at him.

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