An audible sigh left the sweetheart lips of the young witch as she clutched the plastic handle of the fake gun in her slender fingertips. The 'gun' felt foreign in her hands as if it simply didn't belong there. Really, she didn't see the point of this. Serafina was certain that the Nerf gun would certainly not protect her in any time of critical need. "How the hell do you want me to hold it?" She grumbled in an exasperated complaint before Azrael reached forward, his hands easily embracing her own far smaller ones. She was, admittedly, hardly truly trying with the gun within her fingers, the woman vastly more interested in her boyfriend then the target painted upon the tree in front of her. A small frown tugged at the corner of her lips as Azrael repositioned her hands, only to step back and gesture expectantly towards the trunk with it's large 'X'. For several long moments, her stormy gaze stared at the mark etched into the tree only for the girl to turn, holding that Nerf gun in an entirely lackadaisical fashion as it dangled from her fingertips. "Why do I have to --" That question, however, never completely left her lips before the young woman was interrupted by her boyfriend's overdramatic nature. Her eyebrow as his hands were thrown up in the air.
"Oh, my God, Azrael, don't you even." She declared, her soprano voice accentuating each word as Serafina rolled her eyes. He was, she was sure, overreacting, especially considering this was hardly a real gun. She hardly got the chance to further debate the Dark hunter's antics, however, before Azrael stepped closer towards her, his arms so warmly embraced her petite frame till her back became flush with his chest. His hands once again embraced her own and yet, admittedly, the very touch of his flesh against her's prompted a ready warmth within her, the likes of which drew her attention far away from the target she was supposed to be aiming for. It was, admittedly, rather attractive, the way his masculine figure so effortlessly took up that stance. She had always been drawn to the dark, dangerous things - her choice in Azrael perhaps no different. Her chest slowly rose and fell and yet, Serafina was entirely aware of Azrael's proximity to her as the man leaned forward to rest his head upon her shoulder. Her stormy gaze remained focused upon that target, even despite his whispered words. His breath was warm as he issued those instructions, and yet, Serafina was unable to help the roll of his eyes at how serious he took even this. It was a gesture that, apparently, hadn't gone unnoticed by Azrael.
It was that challenge to hit the target, however, that finally prompted the young witch to take that mission just a touch more serious than she had all evening. There was a certain rigidity to her petite frame as her gaze stared at the tree trunk ahead of her. She was entirely aware, in that moment, to the way in which Azrael's hands slowly slid down her figure towards her waist and yet, for once, she forced herself to ignore it as she focused upon her all too steady breath. Pull the trigger on the exhale. Right. Inhale....exhale....inhale....exhale. Her finger pulled back on that trigger, the foam bullet struck at the very heart of the 'x' carved onto the tree. A small simper of satisfaction crossed her lips, the girl more than confident of her abilities to do this when the desire truly struck. She was already beginning to focus upon that second shot, not that Azrael didn't already pay for dinner as it was usually, and yet before Serafina could meet that challenge, she felt the gentle, teasing sensation of Azrael's lips against her neck. His lips moved further downward, proving wholly distracting from the tree in front of her. Her finger moved, halfway to seek reprieve from those feelings and halfway to merely dote upon the Dark Hunter herself - the end result, however, was wholly unsurprising. Serafina hardly seemed to care truly, that her shot went wide, the girl, instead, made every effort to turn and face her boyfriend before the man simply disappeared. How....typical.
Her hand settled upon her hip as Serafina glared at the man across from her. "I don't think whomever I'm going to shoot is going to be kissing me." She pointed out in a clear grumble, even despite her boyfriend's decidedly rare good mood. Training was, perhaps, not completely awful, nor was it really terribly interesting either. Necessary? Yes. Interesting. Not with a Nerf gun. Come to think of it, those foam swords might be even worse. As if reading her mind, Azrael inquired after her readiness to go up against him in hand to hand combat. "I....guess....." She uttered, eying Azrael with marked weariness. At the very least, Serafina had rather decent knife skills between her capabilities to skin small animals and her own knife-work within her magical spells. A sword was...just....a really long knife, right? The snort of amusement within his nose caused her own to wrinkle ever so slightly, his affinity was going to best her over and over again, she knew it. Her stormy gaze watched as the man collected several pieces of training equipment from the pile beside the bushes, tossing her one of those foam swords. She caught it with surprising ease and yet, Serafina was far less prepared for the words that left his lips than she was for the foam sword that was now within her hand.
A rather blank look crossed her features as she glanced down at the equivalent of...a pool noodle within her hands. "A holiday?" Serafina inquired before her stormy eyes turned upwards with vague curiosity. She'd never really been away on holiday before, much less out of the country. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly as she considered it. She'd have to post a notice on her business, Christmas and the New Year were some of her top holidays, besides Valentines Day, of course. Maybe if she scheduled it just enough, she could return new years eve. It was the mention of his credit card and shopping however that piqued the young woman's interest. A small simper crossed her fair features at the idea of this. "Where did you have in mind?" She inquired with the first glimpse of genuine curiosity. Shopping was something she was far better at then fighting.