Well, phone, then. She dials a number, then hangs up, then dials another one, then waits three seconds and hangs up, then a third one and waits two and a half seconds before hanging up...

His expression shifts gradually from amused to baffled.

After doing this another four times (repeating one of the numbers once) she doesn't hang up.

"Hi!"

    "Jack?" Serafin can hear the voice on the other side. "You're—not dead?"

"Yep, still alive."

    "Did you get -"

"Not kidnapped."

    "...but you are with the vampire."

"Yes."

    "Why? And why were your clothes back there?"

"Probably because I'm hot?"

    "Jack."

"No, I'm serious."

    "Jack, this isn't one of our codes -"

"I'm serious."

    "...and you're sure you're not about to die."

"Yes."

    "And just to be completely certain, you are not in immediate need of rescuing, correct?"

"Yes, thanks!"

    "If you're not back by tomorrow morning you know I've been hired to find you."

"Sure."

    "Even though he literally disappeared into thin air and took you with him—how would we even find you -"

"Oh, I'm sure you can figure it out."

    "Jaqueline, you do not pay me enough to deal with this crap."

"Mmhm."

    "I might just quit this job."

"Mmhm."

    "I'm serious, hooking up with a fucking vampire is not the kind of thing I was meant to save you from."

"Mmhm."

    "One of these days you will get yourself killed."

"Oh come on I'm not gonna—"

    "Jaqueline Orland, you pay me to tell you this stuff and get your ass out of this kind of bullshit."

"—yes, yes."

    "You're positive he is not about to exsanguinate you."

"Yes."

    "Even though you have only spent five minutes in his presence and he has God knows what kind of magic we've never seen there?"

"I will figure that one out later, I'm sure."

    "...well, fine. But if you die I am going to fucking bring you back to life just so I can kill you again."

"Yes, yes. Nice to have this chat with you. Ta!"

And she hangs up a final time and turns around.

The vampire witch is, by this time, giggling helplessly.

"What's so funny?"

"I like your friend."

"Miranda's my employee, technically, and I might be more scared of her than I am of you. Maybe."

"Really? I'm pretty scary, you know."

"Well, as she pointed out, I have only known you for five minutes. But you can change my mind."

"Hmm."

He looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then crosses the short distance between them with merely superhuman speed and kisses her neck. No fangs, yet.

Ooh. Okay, yes, good decision right there, Serafin will have a moany blonde with ill-advised hobbies melting against him.

Oh, that is really surprisingly attractive. He meant to bite her, but he finds himself getting distracted by a thorough exploration of all the delicious noises he can get her to make using only human teeth.

His human teeth are definitely more than enough to cause many noises, but if he keeps on for longer than like a minute at this the noises will eventually get a tone of impatience.

Maybe the vampire hunter who flirted with the vampire wants to be bitten?

Yes, he's sure she does, and he's going to get around to it eventually, but you can only bite a human so many times in one night and he'd like to make them memorable.

He picks her up and puts her on the bed and finds some more places to put his mouth.

Oh. Oh! Oh yes those are some good places, absolutely. She wraps her legs around him and curls her toes, squeezing her eyes shut and making long drawn-out whimpery sounds against her own lips.

She's cute. And very delicious indeed. He can spend a while in this particular place.

Not too long, though. There are so many other places to visit.

There's another frustrated noise when he stops, but it's not a wordy noise and it's accompanied by other body motions that inform him this development is not wholly unwelcome.

That's convenient, because he's planning to get her very very worked up and this probably turns out better for both their purposes if she's into it.

...well that's just evil. She's gonna be whining a lot very soon if he's gonna tease her like that!!!!

Good! This is exactly the desired result!

And, after an only moderately unreasonable amount of orgasm denial, he takes his mouth away yet again just as she's really starting to get somewhere—

—but this time, instead of going elsewhere to let her cool off, he turns his head and sinks his fangs into her thigh.

It's memorable as hell.

"Oh, fuck—I don't even know your name how the fuck am I meant to curse you—" And she trails off into incoherent moaning as her spine slowly arches up to catch up with the feeling.

The pain hits first; the pleasure hits harder. There's plenty of both to go around. He placed the bite carefully enough that he's not worried about her losing meaningful amounts of blood while he indulges himself, and he intends to find out just how high he can push her with nothing but his fangs and his will.

High as fuck, it turns out. High enough—he's been teasing her and toying with her for long enough that she fails to strangle a long, loud moan as she comes, her back arching higher still and her fists crumpling the bedsheets as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her body.

She's nowhere close to done with him for the night, though.

Mmmm, perfect.

He lifts his head, licks the bite, kisses it affectionately, changes back to his human face, and looks up to smile at her. "It's Serafin."

She licks her lips and looks down at his face, grinning. "Jack, but you know that."