The stormy grey of the young witch's intense gaze failed to falter in the slightest as her foot slid so tantalizingly against the cotton material of the Italian King's well-fitted slacks. Oh how aware she was of the fashion in which his gaze seemed to linger upon the curves and swells of her sweet, petite physique and, in turn, Serafina was more than content to strive to prompt within the refined man that very desire that so rested just beneath the surface. How she relished in that crimson hue that so tainted his cheeks, even with his meticulously vague acknowledgment of his own well bloomed gardens. The kitten was nothing if not utterly attentive to those matters that interested her, even if such affairs were decidedly far and few between. The very reaction she'd prompted within the fae Monarch caused an almost uncharacteristically feminine giggle to her lips as he so seemed to struggle with the dainty cup of tea. Oh, how she enjoyed undoing a man of such position and stature! Serafina hardly seemed perturbed as Dorian so purposefully moved his leg away from her near relentless assault, the woman instead commenting upon her interest within those herbs and the very magic she would so surely be capable of crafting with them. It was almost unfortunate, truly, that her own cherished pirate seemed so dreadfully determined to call her out upon her efforts to tease the Italian King upon that carefully constructed guise of plants. Her lips pursed ever so slightly in the wake of an audible sigh, her stormy irises fluttering towards the roguish features of Brennan before her shoulders lifted ever so slightly in a small shrug. "If you'd stepped within my store, you'd see the very importance of those herbs." She countered, so deftly recovering from whatever effort he'd made to undo her flirtatious antics.
If she was aware of the glacier gaze that so glared suspiciously at her, Serafina made little acknowledgment of it as she leaned forward, hardly willing to let that game rest just yet. The very action so seemed to accentuate the roundness of her breasts as she placed her slender fingertips upon the Italian Monarch's knee. Serafina was all but content to ignore that conversation at large as Brennan was asked after the curse that so afflicted him, the kitten instead inclined to further distract the fae across from her as her fingers slid teasingly upwards, her soprano lyrics nothing short of utterly suggestive. Serafina was hardly inattentive to the flash of color that once again colored the pale Italian's cheeks, his own sentence entirely absurd - a fact that both of them seem entirely aware of before his hand slipped under the table to so capture her own and cease that upward trek upon his thigh. An almost mischevious simper toyed with her sweetheart lips. The young witch hardly believed that it was those wedding vows alone that so prompted her host's efforts to cease her advances, his blushing anxiety surely speaking of some measure of desire and, in turn, she was more than willing to push her luck with his hand so settled against her own. Her eyebrow arched ever so slightly as Dorian so struggled to regain some measure of composure, the Monarch all but deft in his words to convey his own lack of interest, even if his actions all but spoke volumes of the opposite! That pointed look she was given only caused her own lips to press together in a mock pout, the girl purposeful in her every move at that moment as she provided Dorian with a soft, almost despondent sigh.
As it was, the girl was hardly given much of a chance to respond, however, before yet another soul so seemingly caught onto her very antics. A glimpse of annoyance crossed her features at Brennan's sudden announcement that plants were just plants. Really! She didn't know whether or not to be more irked at his thought that all plants were equal or his clear efforts to so get in the way of her own amusement! That jab upon her own thigh prompted a scowl on her features as Brennan so insisted that she surely didn't wish to put out the king and his husband anymore than they already were. For a brief moment, her stormy gaze fluttered towards the vampire in question, the girl all too aware of that clear look of...unfriendliness upon his features. What a bore! The press of Brennan's hand upon her own knee, however, caused her own slate-hued irises to roll as the witch relinquished Dorian from her hold. "Ugh, fine, we're just here for your dumb book anyways." The girl lamented, as she leaned back in her chair in a clear sulk, her arms positioned under her chest in a manner that only furthered the precarious placement of that plunging neckline. It was the very mention of that book, however, that the table at large seemed all too eager to focus their attention upon. She listened in silence as the trio of men discussed the very presence of that demonic portal within their precious city - much less the monstrosities that it had birthed. Whatever had come from its depths, however, was clearly being dealt with as quietly as possible, the news of demons hardly afflicting the city of yet though it seemed the very knowledge of their visibility to others beyond Brennan provoked a clear discomfort within both members of their present company.
Serafina reached for her own cup of tea, the girl sipping on its contents as Dorian inquired after the very sort of weapons that proved useful against a demonic creature. It was a question that, admittedly, Serafina herself had never asked though her own involvement within Brennan's struggle was...relatively new, she supposed. Her gaze slowly shifted to the man beside her as Brennan toyed with that tie securely fitted around his neck. The man's sudden pause in the very middle of his sentence, however prompted a rise of her manicured brow as she watched the warlock over the rim of her teacup. She watched as Brennan's own gaze shifted towards the vampire across the table, the girl effortlessly able to place the man's thought. "Vampire?" The witch inquired, near finishing the sentence for her companion before Brennan rushed his explanation, clearly skipping over that very comparison as if it hadn't happened at all. His promise to keep the city safe was...well quite more than Serafina was certain her pirate could offer, as proficient as the man had always been. Still, she suspected he largely wished to placate their vampiric companion, after all the Englishman seemed as if he was far more inclined to bite their heads off and drain them then make friends. Was he always like this? Were royalty even allowed to be this...unfriendly?
Serafina's attention upon their hosts, however, was quickly diminished as Brennan pulled up his sleeve, revealing the mark that had so angerly been imprinted upon his very skin. Her own words repeated Brennan's insistence that it glowed as the young girl reached forward to take Brennan's arm within her fingertips. The kitten's demand to know why her warlock hadn't informed her of this clearly important fact, however, was answered almost flippantly. That...hurt...perhaps was almost palpable within the thickness of his Irish accent, the young witch clearly not oblivious of it as she glanced up sharply. "Really. Under control?" She retorted, her own lyrics perhaps a touch sharper than she might have otherwise used. She watched that grin that touched his lips at his insistence that she should have visited him to learn all of the intricate details of that branding upon his flesh. A distinctly unamused look spanned her features, the young woman apparently still cross enough at his jab to contemplate those moments alone she might have spent with the Warlock. "Maybe I would have if you weren't being an asshole all the time." The girl retorted as her stormy gaze fell back to the flesh along his arm. The magic within that mark was tangible to the young witch, though the workings she could do with it only prompted a near multitude of considerations upon her own mind. Her inquiry of Brennan's....dog.....thing, however, seemed almost akin to an insult as the warlock so quickly corrected her, though frankly Serafina failed to see the differences in the slightest. "Is there?" She inquired, wholly unperturbed that she might have somehow hurt the weird...canine's feelings (it had feelings?).
It was the arrival of that hefty volume, however, that pulled Serafina's attention from that mark - the very feeling of magic near assaulting her at its very presence and, in turn, the witch was quick to drop her hold upon the Warlock as her gaze turned towards the magnetizing novel. She watched as Dorian handed the thick book towards Brennan with the insistence that it was old, as if the edges of the yellowed pages had not given away that very fact. She watched as Brennen caressed the leather cover, the very book near calling to her in the same manner that magic circle she'd uncovered around her warlock's perilous portal. How well she was beginning to feel that touch of demonology! "Your Majesty." The young witch corrected as Brennan uttered his thanks, her own fingers held out for that book with a clear desire to see it for herself - much less to see the very usefulness it might hold for them. The very last thing she anticipated as she waited for that book to be handed towards her was that sudden flash of pale blue light that so emanated from beneath Brennan's skin. The very air around him near awash with that tantalizing magic. He was upon his feet far before Serafina could even put together the pieces of what had just occurred, much less what it meant. Serafina was far less quick to rise to her feet, the girl much preferring that role of damsel in distress as she moved around her warlock, purposefully placing him between herself and the glass window panes. After all, if there were demons afoot, surely they would not be coming from further inside the home - not to mention she had three capable men within the room. What need did they have for her magic?