[Evil Tink]

Serus crossed her arms again, raising her left eyebrow, "You are a very strange man Damien. How dare you touch my Seth," She scooted to the edge of her chair, holding onto Seth's arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "that's just plain rude. Not to mention, disgusting. Your hands have been places I don't want to know about."

She smirked a bit, then stood, lacing her fingers behind her back and rocking back and forth on her toes. Like Cecil, this vampire severely underestimated her. Of course, she did have a bit of a set back right now, no longer being a couple hundred years old, but she had a feeling most of her power was there.

She leaned forward on her toes slightly, peering up at Damien as her hair fell forward, "If only you weren't batting for the other team. Perhaps it might convince me to go easy on you." She frowned, running her finger from her eyes to her chin, indicating a fake tear, "I might not feel so terrible." She winked, straightening up, "Not that you'd stand a chance either way, that is."