He seemed far too pleased with himself, as far as Serafina was concerned, even though she was certain his antics were nothing short of cheating in some manner or another. His argument that she needed to learn how to properly shoot in spite of a distraction such as that was one she was all too quick to refute. There was a multitude of problems with shooting while a nefarious presence was pressing such sweet affections upon the delicate skin of her neck - points she was all but content to inform him off with a scoff upon her lips. It was not only incredibly impractical but also was more than likely to utterly destroy her chance of ever hearing again, as far as she was concerned. Her simple admittance of such, however, seemed to provoke Azrael to near turn upon her with the realization that, perhaps she had been paying attention after all. She rolled her stormy eyes at him, the girl almost insulted he had thought she was really that disinterested in all of his efforts today, even if she hadn't taken up his lessons with any real gusto. "I don't know what you're talking about." She responded, her arms folding over her chest in the process. As much as she hated to admit it, however, she had still lost that bet - a fact that hadn't escaped either of the pair. "If I'm paying then I'm picking where we're going." The woman announced shortly after. She was hardly going to allow him to savor that victory he had stolen with his cheating, after all.
Serafina was all too p the eager to give up the Nerf gun in her hands - at least, until she realized that such hardly meant the end of Azrael's efforts to train her. She eyed that foam sword perhaps as wearily as she too had glared at the plastic gun when she was initially given it. This was, she certain, yet another activity in which Azrael had the advantage in more ways than one. An audible sigh left her lips as she attempted to take up some vague position of readiness, though even it too was half-hearted. The last thing that Serafina had anticipated, however, was that the conversation might shift instead to the upcoming holidays. The pair were, admittedly, decidedly non-festive though it wasn't as if Serafina had ever had an opportunity before to celebrate a true Christmas either. Homelessness hardly allowed for such festivities and her mentor had been more inclined to observe the holidays of their species than the secular ones of the world at large. She had a tree within her home and a log within her hearth and such was the extent of her celebration, besides those cut-out sugar cookies she had made ever since Azrael had first visited for the holiday.
Azrael's suggestion of it prompted a clear glimpse of dubiousness upon her features as she repeated his suggestion. Traveling, after all, had been something else that had been distinctly lacking in her life, though it was hardly as if she was incapable of it. Visiting overseas, however, was a different matter entirely, one she had not truly considered as Azrael listed off the countries they might visit, ones that captivated her enough that she was completely inattentive to the foam sword within her manicured fingers. It was that mention of shopping in Dubai, however, that caught her intrigue and readily, Serafina chose their destination with little notion of what exactly she was getting herself into. Her head tilted inquisitively to the side as she considered what 'fucking hot' was to Azrael, surely it was no worse than their summers, was it? His inquiry of how soon she wanted to go, however, prompted a small shrug upon her shoulders. "A few days, I suppose. How long would we be gone for?" She needed some time, after all, to get her affairs in order before she simply left, not that she was entirely incapable of doing so either. Maybe she could ask Brennan to run things for her while she was gone...it was something to consider, at least.
Vaguely, Serafina followed Azrael's instructions, making those adjustments to her stance ever so slightly and yet, before she could make a move at him, the man inquired after her passport. A small frown crossed her features as Serafina informed him that she didn't exactly have a passport. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as Azrael explained the governmental documents he required to see to such paperwork for her. "I don't have one," Serafina informed him, hardly seeing the problem within this simple statement as she abruptly swung her sword, throwing her shoulder into it just as he had instructed of her. Azrael dodged that first strike with distinct ease, his own foam sword easily parrying her second blow. Though several of her strikes snuck through Azrael's defense, she suspected it was more out of pity than any true show of her swordsmanship. Serafina was hardly prepared, however, for Azrael's sudden assault, her own foam sword easily knocked aside by his superior strength as he lightly struck the woman just between her breasts. A huff left her sweetheart lips as she inquired whether or not Azrael's threat was truly supposed to be some sort of punishment. After all, the outfit he had requested at her inevitable defeat guaranteed the evening's outcome, one Serafina hardly found unsatisfying.
Her lips parted to immediately protest and yet, before even a syllable left her lips, Azrael's foam sword lightly bopped her upon her head. "Hey!" She declared, only to swing her sword in clear retaliation. Her foam sword went wide, hardly hitting the man as he side-stepped with clear ease. The tip of his sword smacked her upon the head twice more, prompting a clear pout on her lips despite her almost genuine efforts to best him. Oh how easy it would have been to win this battle with her own affinities and yet, she resisted, for now, as Azrael teased her so freely. "Oh SHUT UP!" Serafina retorted with indignation as her foam sword smacked into Azrael's chest. She was so effortlessly lifted from the ground, her sword dangling uselessly in her fingers as Azrael declared her abducted. Her eyebrow rose as she regarded him in silence for a singular long moment before her head tilted back, her voice particularly loud. "HELP! HELP I'M BEING ABDUCTED." There was hardly in panic in her tone, the girl more akin to attempting to stop her own laughter as she batted at Azrael's cheek with the tip of her foam sword. "Heeeeelpppp! A big scary Dark Hunter is going to eat me!"