kissing death and loosing my breath

Apprehensively, Serafina's gaze met the golden eyes of her companion, watching the fashion at which he seemed to so examine her, as if considering the toying words she'd spoken. When he finally did speak, a warm simper danced upon the young woman's lips, her shoulders shrugging ever so slightly. "It's not my fault you like icky olives." She responded, her tone still decidedly light and jovial. Nevertheless, the young woman returned her focus to her failed dinner, reaching down to the pot with her fingertips before, much to her surprise, the icy pot begun to melt. The girl glanced up at him, clearly quite pleased with her finding only to discover the man above her crossing his arms over his chest, his answer decidedly prickly before he stopped abruptly. Her features fell ever so slightly at his response, his attempts to fix it hardly assisting her her demeanor. Serafina shrugged ever so slightly. "I didn't know I could fix it." She responded, glancing down at the pot within her fingertips. "...but you made me feel warm inside and I guess....it made the pot warm too."

She hardly bothered to linger on the topic though, instead brushing the whole affair off as she so often did. She focused on the dinner she had initially been so intent to prepare him, breading her chicken and delicately fussing over her spaghetti sauce until, nearly half an hour later, the entire flat smelled quite delectable. She was, for the most part, quite oblivious to the fashion at which his gaze seemed to linger upon her, especially considering her casual glances were met only with his gaze entirely elsewhere, as if the whole cooking process bore him. This in and of itself wasn't particularly perturbing for the young woman, the witch entirely content to be left to her own devices. After all, solitude had oft become a familiar friend - well, with the exception of the otherworldly that sometimes took to occupying the crevices within her home.

The girl's exclamation that dinner was done came quite some time later, only after she was entirely assured her creation was utterly perfect. With particular care, Serafina plated their meals whilst her companion busied himself with tracking down some form of cutlery. The girl turned, waiting as he hurriedly brushed aside the paperwork from his dining room table until the pair had some resemblance of a place to sit. Gingerly, she placed the chicken in front of him, settling across from him in an entirely comfortable fashion. She picked up her silverware, beginning to cut the breast into bite sized pieces only to pause to glance upwards at him with one skeptically raised eyebrow. Despite the fact that not a word left his mouth, Serafina could hardly hold back the ghost of a smile the danced across her lips as he begun to quite literally inhale the meal she'd provided him with, clearly quite pleased with the outcome.

Serafina glanced up at the sound of the hunter's voice, her fork paused whilst she waited for him to finish his sentence. Her head cocked to the side as he continued, her eyebrow slowly raising skeptically as his words. "Well, if you're not totally adverse to me." She responded, her voice holding a hint of sarcasm to it. She paused, reaching down to place another piece of chicken in her mouth. The girl chewed quite thoughtfully, letting the silence lingered, swallowing before inquiring with a softer tone, "Azrael, would you like me to come?"