Serafine smirks as she takes notice of you, her golden eyes taking on a mischeivious gleam. She folds her arms snugly across her chest, and as she begins to grin wider, her fangs catch on her dark, ruby lips. Bonswa, chérie. Now, I might be wrong, but I'on think I've evah seen you before. You new roun' here or somethin'? I would'a sworn I'd remember a face like dat.