they argued my right to ascension

The answer he was given in regards to his rather delicately placed question about her childhood finances was not at all the one he had been anticipating, his eternally youthful features creasing once more at the offered information of her evident abandonment and subsequent struggle. That she had thieved and stolen, if not actively attempted to deceive people in to parting with items of value was, well, it was hardly pleasing to him- his own often shifting morals remaining slightly at odds with such information. Sera, however, was quick to dismiss the topic- the man offering little more than a nod by way of response although surely she was correct in her assertion. Some things were entirely better off left in the past. His subsequent confusion in regards to some ridiculous method of beating an already dead piece of meat had at least returned the mood to something more affable in the moments that followed, Azrael entirely capable of seizing upon that brief moment of humour, perhaps the first they have managed to actually exchange successfully. Her teasing words met with a soft snort of sorts, golden eyes rolling slightly before he simply returned to the task at hand. Arguing with a woman over how a certain meal was cooked is not a battle he is willing to fight here and now and besides, he supposes she might very well be.....right. Though he sees no ready need to admit it as she speaks of her evidently dead mentor.

That he himself had perhaps slaughtered this man sees a pause in his efforts to make some semblance of a meal, pausing to wait for a response for the girl, although in truth he is not entirely sure he feels....displeased over the notion. Had she been close with this particular individual he may well have felt some sense of misfortune and yet to say he does not take any sense of satisfaction in his work would be a lie entirely. He was good at his job, even if it pressed upon him on occasion. That Raven had been the result of this man's demise however saw surprise momentarily linger upon his features, Sera herself hardly seeming distraught at his death as Azrael only scowled further.

"You mean to tell me that dog is capable of killing what I can only assume was at least a semi-capable warlock of some description and yet she gets the living shit beaten out of her by a nineteen your old, five foot nothing, Pony Boy? No wonder he fucking pouts! I would....did you say he pouts?"

The realisation of her wording seemed to reach the Hunter almost mid-rant, his agitation at Raven's apparent lack of skill to defend herself from what was still essentially a moody teenager in the form of Frost but ability to take down grown male warlock momentarily forgotten in the wake of this realisation. Golden eyes fall more heavily on the witch now, wariness touching his gaze once more.

"How does he pout if he's dead?"

He hardly misses the manner in which her gaze drifts across the room, his own moving to follow it, though truly he saw little more than the bare wall of his apartment- the stove, perhaps thankfully, distracting them both now as he crouches down to examine it. Momentarily, he finds himself far more....aware of the woman then he normally is, he had maintained something of a distance from her so far and yet in that single moment he found her significantly closer then he had anticipated, golden gaze drawn briefly from the task at hand to simply linger upon her as an entirely.....forgotten set of emotions shift somewhere with him. A desire he is entirely assured is abhorrent in its existence and yet he can hardly deny its reality despite his multiple attempts to do so- gaze averted hurriedly back to the matter at hand before the witches somewhat patronizing tone managed to reach him as he stood once more, arms folding across his chest to lean back against the stove itself as she explained why she could not magic fire before asking after his own ability. Could he?

"Yes."

That this was evidently of surprise to the woman had never occurred to him, the man simply lifting one hand now, readily summoning the near white hot ball of light into fruition as it radiated smoothly within his hand.

"It tends to incinerate everything it touches though, the heat is absolute, it will make fire, but it will obliterate the object as well hence my inability to use it on the stove. It works very well on vampires though."

His hand closes in that same moment, snuffing out the glowing ball, one eye simply lifted as he looks upon her now, very near daring her to argue with him as she reaches to move the pot aside before suddenly releasing it to collide with the floor- the hunter very near propelling himself backwards in the same moment as a flash of speed sees him launch several feet away in surprise. His reflexes, if anything, were evidently in exceptional condition.

"I didn't fucking touch it!"

Several strides bring him back towards the kitchen now, one foot extended to tap at the pot almost experimentally as if he half anticipates it to explode, golden gaze resting upon the solid block of ice within.

"This is the exact opposite of what we need right now. It's bloody frozen."

He manages a sigh of sorts, his frequently abrasive manner seeming to have returned in those few moments as he simply reaches past the woman to snatch something from the counter before handing it to her, free hand running through the length of his golden hair.

"Here, it's a take-out menu, pick something off that and we can both save ourselves the effort, if you order pizza though at least leave some of the olives on for my benefit."

That he had even remembered the girl didn't like olives was perhaps astounding in itself and yet truthfully he was hardly given to forget her sitting beneath the tree in the park and picking them off his pizza- the memory seeming to bring a momentary quirk to his lip even now, the man becoming significantly more aware of the woman standing before him once more. It had been....years since he had had any woman in his home and never before had a witch graced his living room, the very thought it still unsettling some part of him and perhaps always would- for now however, an entirely different thought had taken hold within his mind. The man seeming momentarily....intrigued.

"Would you mind if....just for a moment....could you give me your hand?"

It is a bizarre request to be sure, the man moving to offer his own now, extended briefly towards her before his eyes roll and any hint of hesitation she may have shown.

"Oh for Christs sake Sera just give it to me, I'm not going to hurt you, if I was I would have done it already."

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread