The young vixen was surprisingly used to prompting a level of distaste within those she met upon the street. Serafina had distinctly few friends and for reasons she knew well. Though the girl may appear, by outward appearances, nothing more than alluringly angelic, she had a tendency to be quite the spitfire. Her tongue was sharp, her wit was quick, her views were blunt. They were not often viewed as pleasant traits to have and yet, she was hardly dissuaded in the slightest. She knew that look of annoyance upon his features when she saw it but hey, he was willing to entertain the idea and she appreciated that. How many times had people walked away on her only to leave her scrambling to find some way to be left alone? It was all she really wanted, truthfully, to be left alone. Away from those ghosts and the people that stalked the street alike. Everything about her was more akin to a defense mechanism than any true venomousness. Speaking of venom, that beverage in front of him looked mighty appetizing. It wasn't her preferred vodka but - how did it go? Oh - that's right, beggars can't be choosers. As if she hadn't done enough of both.

Serafina eyed that shot glass that was pushed towards her. Delicately, she picked that drink up, sniffing it with some level of uncertainty only for those blue-grey eyes to glance at the man across the table from her. That amused smirk on his features prompted a scowl on her own and yet, the girl hardly protested of the smell before she tossed that glass back, her nose wrinkling at the strong flavor. That was....yup, that was alcohol and she was not deterred from stealing more from him! Her elbow rose to the table, her cheek rested almost boredly in the palm of her hand as she inquired over his last serious relationship. He certainly was candid of his sexual preferences, prompting an almost despondent groan for her lips as she lamented on the luck of her gender, even if she had someone waiting for her at home....and someone lined up after that too. Her eyebrow rose as he clarified his preference for choices. "Hm....bisexual or pansexual?" She inquired, hardly giving him a chance to respond before she was already eying him judgingly. "I'm betting pan. You seem like the type into the kinky stuff." Her own opinions of it, however, were kept to herself as she listened to his retort of keeping his intimate lifestyle....private. The girl merely shrugged in response, as if it hardly mattered to her either which way.

It was that very inquiry of whom she was in relation to this mystery and her own admittance of her affinity that seemed to truly spark his interest, prompting the man to lean forward in his seat. Her head bobbed ever so slightly in response. "Nope. Looks like she died by....." Serafina paused, glancing over towards the space beside him for a moment before glancing back at him. "Hanging, I think?" The young witch was particularly unperturbed by those macabre details that so gave away each ghost's death. She had seen her fair share of aftermaths, she had her plethora of nightmares. This one was easy compared to some of the others. Still, it was curious that he had no immediate deaths within his life. It was rare for ghosts to take an interest in someone they had little to no interaction with in the waking world. It wasn't impossible....just...not exactly normal. As if anything about ghosts ever were. It was her explanation of that shindig, and how he might get rid of both in turn that he seemed to truly latch onto. Her head bobbed at that idle inquiry of 'helping him'. At least, until he commented of carving out his heart.

Serafina could hardly help the feminine giggles that crossed her lips at the idea. "Shhh, you don't want her getting ideas." She responded with a measure of lightheartedness, only to glance over at the ghastly figure at his side. "Which you definitely, aren't getting!" The girl demanded, pointing a single finger at the woman. The last thing she was going to do was take a knife to someone's heart. Much less play matchmaker in the ghostly dating world. Nooooo siree, that was not her cup of tea at all. "Thankfully, all she wants, for now, is to help you with....something. She's pretty upset about you getting...hurt?" She paused, staring at that empty space for a moment as if she was listening to something only for her attention to turn back to Christian. "What kind of stuff are you into? She has all sorts of ideas of things she has to save you from. I mean, Jesus, you're not like....a cult or something are you? Did you drink the punch?"

serafina dubois