It was a distinct rarity when the brazen witch fell victim to that blush of embarrassment. After all, though she was often inclined to speak those antagonizing thoughts that so crossed her mind, it was rare when Serafina let herself express those far more vulnerable wants - so few getting past the girl's prickly exterior. Brennan was, perhaps, the last man she had so exposed her soul in such a manner. Her stormy grey eye irises watched as that frown so tugged at his features, the realization of all she admitted so clearly sinking in. Her attention shifted purposefully away from the man, the girl glancing instead at the facade of her own quaint little townhome. It was hardly the world she had once dreamed for herself - that home certain not akin to those mansions in the North that she had once so lusted after. Maybe one day, she'd accumulate enough wealth from that shadier commissions she took on to so acquire a lifestyle worth that French name....one day. It was that almost gentle suggestion that she was hardly foolish for that choice, however, that drew her gaze back towards the Dark Hunter beside her. It was a sweet sentiment, surely, that she might somehow be the daughter of some French nobility - abandoned in a dumpster for an affair that he shouldn't have had in the first place. It was unlikely....but sweet. A soft sigh left her lips, Azrael's name muttered in her own exasperation and yet the girl was merely awarded a scowl for her so brushing off his efforts.
A small simper so toyed at the corners of her lips as Azrael's insistence that he was merely attempting to be supportive, even if his efforts were nothing short of utterly ridiculous, as far as the girl was concerned. That fantasy, after all, was merely that. It was a fact that the young witch had become used to a very long time ago. She had been an unwanted babe who turned into an equally as rejected runaway child that had transformed into a disappointing woman. At least, as far as her mentor was concerned. Serafina, however, hardly required those external forces to validate her own self-worth, the woman easily making her way out of the vehicle and towards the front door. She shifted through her bags for the keys to her home, the woman glancing from her task only at Azrael's insistence that, regardless of whether her last name had hailed from, it was distinctly sexy all the same. The very idea of it prompted a snort to her nose as she declared Azrael's efforts to reassure her as little more than patronizing. The man's reminder of his inability to lie however, caused her to pause as she glanced back at the man. "I know, I know. It's why I stopped asking you what you thought of my outfit." The girl mumbled under her breath, the man incapable of those white lies that her own gender near relied on. She hardly dwelled on it long, however, as the beeping of her alarm system pulled at her attention. Her fingers lightly punched in those numbers, disarming it with ease before she trailed after Azrael towards the comforts of her own bedroom.
Serafina paused within the doorframe of her bedroom, her stormy gaze skirting over the figure of her boyfriend sprawled out in the comforting embrace of her sheets. That reminder of that witch's outfit alone coaxed her to meander with ease towards the expansive depths of her closet, the young girl sifting through those hung outfits to fish that very costume out only to comment over her shoulder of the lingerie she actually owned, the very sort of risque thing that might be better suited for those sexual endeavors than a mere Halloween costume. The very mention of all those outfits he had not seen so clearly captured the man's attention, Serafina distinctly aware of the sound of those shifting blankets as he sat up. A small shrug crossed her shoulders as she held up that outfit Azrael had chosen. "I dunno....it might be too intense for you, my dear, sweet angel." She commented, her soprano voice so clearly teasing the man with the very knowledge of just what rested in the depths of her wardrobe. Oh, if only he knew just how far Serafina was capable of going, those kinks she was willing to cater to! It was that very thought that so prompted the young witch to taunt him over his clear 'kink' for that mini-dress and witch hat, prompting the roll of his eyes. A small shrug crossed her shoulders, "Are you suuuurreeee?" She inquired at his comment that he hardly wanted to do anything...kinky in said costume, the young girl dancing towards the bathroom in the process. One final glance over her shoulder was given as she declared her lingerie would have to wait till he took her someplace nice.
A soft giggle left her lips as she closed the door to her bathroom, all the while aware of Azrael's voice on the other side as he so announced that Dubai was surely fancy enough for those risque garments. Admittedly, Serafina could hardly disagree, the girl already contemplating just which ones she might choose to put within her luggage as she shimmied out of her tight fitting jeans. Her clothing began to pile neatly upon the floor, the girl purposefully dropping her underwear too if only to further that surprise when nothing rested beneath that cheaply made fabric. It was the familiar thud of Azrael's shoes upon the floor that prompted the man's name on her lips and yet, she hardly had to voice even a single syllable further before the man so insisted he knew exactly what it was she desired. her head shook ever so slightly as she pulled the tight fitting cotton material over her petite frame, the girl situating it just so it so accentuated her breast, ensuring the fabric highlighted every bit of her slender figure that she knew Azrael so appreciated. It was only at the sound of Azrael's voice that the young woman shook her head. "Beauty waits for no man." She commented sardonically as she fluffed her hair ever just so. A singular final look at her figure was given to the mirror before the witch slowly opened that bathroom door, her hands settling upon the door frame as she stepped over that threshold. "Come and get me, Mr. big, bad Hunter." She teased, her painted lips pursing ever so slightly as the woman so provide her lover with that signature 'come hither' look.