The soft exhale upon Raven's lips caused the young witch to momentarily glance up from her work, her fingers still working diligently to crush her herbs into a fine paste. A singular manicured brow rose as she eyed the way Raven's arms were folded across her chest. The gesture alone was surely indicative of the lecture she was undoubtedly about to receive. Preemptively, Serafina rolled her storm colored irises, already prepared for the speech to come as her attention returned back to the far more vital task at hand. "And what would have happened if I had called you and then you had gotten hurt? It wouldn't have made a difference either way." The young witch responded curtly, the girl far too difficult to be reasoned within such a manner. "Besides, you heal slowly anyways so we really wouldn't be in any better of a situation." Her shoulder lifted in a halfhearted shrug, the witch was decidedly certain that, out of both of them, neither were really prepared for the physical consequences of any real danger. Frankly, if she had truly thought the man was a thread, she would have called Azrael to deal with it, or Brennan. After all, what was a mere man to her Angelic hunter or her Demonslayer? Besides, he was, after all, a mere man, of that Serafina had made certain of before she had lured him to his demise - not that she really intended on doing any sort of 'demising' to begin with.

The banging behind the door drew her gaze away from her workings as a frown etched in the corners of her features. Her captured stalker was doing his best to escape from her clutches but Serafina had little intention of letting him go without some answers. The witch watched in silence as Raven's hand curled into a fist, the woman abruptly banging back on the door with her own audible threat. A soft sigh left Serafina's witch as she worked on finishing those last few items she required for her potion. Softly, Serafina called her familiar's name, that singular word momentarily subsiding the woman's anger. Even so, the witch was hardly prepared for that soft brush of Raven's shoulder against her own in a glimpse of rare affection between the two women. Briefly, she glanced up at the Were before her attention fluttered back to the now lightly glowing liquid. With a furrowed brow, Serafina was quick to shoot down the proposition of merely murdering the fellow. After all, there was far more to take into consideration - such as why the man was taking pictures of her or whether or not he was working with someone else. After all, it wasn't as if the witch was terribly exciting of a person in the first place. Sure, she had high profile clients but...they'd never stooped to this level before. It was that consideration that prompted the inquiry of whether or not this was about Azrael instead of her? It was the only other individual she knew of who had a secret of some kind, even if that secret was her.

Her head bobbed in silent agreement as Raven insisted they would find out the answer to all of those questions, only for the Were to begin pacing. As if that would ease either of their anxiety! It was only a few moments later before the girl announced her potion was finished as she swished the blue liquid around the vial she had placed it in. Her gaze turned towards the door that led to her workshop, only for her gaze to shift downwards towards the floor as those shadows began to move. She said nothing of it, however, simply letting Raven work her magic before the Were turned to insist that she was ready. Serafina's head bobbed firmly as her fingers reached for the door, pulling it almost hesitantly open. The very last thing she expected, however, was to find the man still tied to her chair, several feet from where she had left him, on the floor in front of the back door. Clearly, he had attempted some...maneuver from the movies, only to discover jumping taped to a chair was not as easy as it looked. A soft snort left her nose as she eyed the fallen man, only to gesture slightly towards him. "Why don't you pick him up Raven, and hold his nose for me so I can pour this down his mouth."

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