Her inability to heal properly as she should was a weakness. A weakness like that wasn't good for herself or her own family. It was a secret that no one else needed to know about, because it could be used against her. Hearing Serafina point out this particular flaw was a bit disappointing. She was a creature that had some self-pride, but it wasn't as inflated as others within her own species, especially with those that she called family. So, when someone she was close to easily pointed out an embarrassing vulnerability, what little bit of pride she had was a bit deflated. Quietly she nodded in an agreement with Sera's statement that she was capable of taking care of herself. Raven didn't doubt in her raven-haired witch's ability to ensure her own safety. However, she didn't want the woman to know she had to do things on her own. Perhaps in a way, this was Serafina's way in telling her she knew she didn't have to be alone, after all she invited her here. With the potion now ready to be used the lupine obediently followed her charge towards the backroom where she captured her stalker.
When the door to the backroom was opened, she couldn't help but scoff at the very sight of him. The man was tied to a chair, why he thought he could get out of it, she didn't know. Easily she followed Sera's instructions which was to help him get up, and if he happened to get his head smacked into the wall, then so be it. Hearing the witch scold her actions she nodded quietly, giving her a brief apologetic look, before heading over towards the man on the other side of the room. Pinching his nose gently tugging on his jaw to open his mouth, she verbally gave him a clear, and direct order. Really, there should be no reason for him to struggle. He was trapped with no possibility of a chance to escape, not when he was tied to a chair and had the two of them blocking his pathway.
As Serafina began to pour the glowing green liquid down his throat, he started to shake in his seat. With a low warning growl she kept a hold of his nose and jaw so the liquid can be successful swallowed. As he started to try to spat it out, Raven cupped her hand under his jaw and put gentle pressure to close it, and tilted his head gently backwards to force the liquid to be swallowed. With the potion swallowed, she stared at him, waiting for some sign to show that the potion would work now. Looking up at Serafina, she noticed the woman gesturing her to stand at her side. Without another look at her stalker she obediently went to her side and stood, waiting standing for a few seconds. Unable to stay still she decided to pace by circling around the woman, protectively. Every now and then she would rub her shoulder against Sera's shoulder, a way to reassure herself, noticing the witch was deleting photos from the camera. As soon as the alarm from Sera's phone started to ring she stopped and settled herself at Serafina's side. As the questions began she took a few steps towards the man, digging around his pockets for his wallet. Opening up the wallet, she found his license, and flipped it around for Serafina to see that he was telling the truth. Finding other items she started listing them out one by one.
"Found some credit cards, insurance card, a few business cards, and some money. Oh, there's a keycard, and some sort of key."
Holding up the keycard and metal key for Sera to see she stuffed them back into the wallet. One eyebrow was raised as he mentioned he had never seen the person that hired him, and yet he used the pronoun for a male. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she waited for her turn to speak. When Serafina was finished with her questions she eyed the woman carefully, seeing if there was any recollection on her face. Taking another look at the man she decided to ask her own questions.
"If you never met the person, why are did you call him, a him? Do you know his name, his species, and his motive? Was there something in particular he wanted you to take photos of while you observed Sera? How much was he paying you each time?"
Raven doubted if his questions would provide them more answers, but it didn't hurt to try. Grabbing the business card she pulled it out of the slot, flipping it to the back to see the number 402 scribbled on there. Pulling out the keycard and the key she held them for the man and Serafina to see.
"Are these keys used at the Witchery? Will it let us in the 402 room?"
Briefly she looked over at Serafina as she put the two objects back in the wallet, and stuffing the wallet into her own pocket in her worn old jeans. The Witchery really wasn't a place that they would be accepted in. If there was any place in the city she purposefully avoided, it was the North. The last time she was there she was being chased by Dark Hunters within her feral form. Frowning some she pulled some of her golden curls from her face, contemplating on just how this ordeal might turn out. Turning her head, she murmured quite softly to her companion.
"The Witchery...that's a pretty uppity place. Do you know anyone of privilege that would want to stalk you?"
The only people she knew that belonged in high society was her Italian Fae King and his vampire husband. They were kind and easy to talk to. Not everyone in that particular social class was friendly. If they were going to take a trip to the Witchery they would need to leave Jack here, alive, since they were not permitted to kill him. She didn't see anything in his wallet that showed he was a family man, no photos of a significant other no children of his own. If he didn't have family then maybe he had friends. Did private investigators have friends? Looking up at the man she asked him another question, to see if he would even be missed. After all, based upon his answer it would probably help them decide what to do with him.
"Jack, do you have friends, family, or partners? Any of them expecting you?"