But good god, this woman was avoiding the subject more than Azazel had avoided her family when she was alive. A roll of her eyes was not enough to convey exactly how pathetic the old woman’s attempts were at coaxing Ishmael into calm. She was additionally conflicted because she knew what was coming; Ishmael hated when she beat around the bush about simple trivial topics. She could only imagine what kind of outburst he would have if she didn’t get to the direct answer soon.

The sound of his voice ringing throughout the cave proved her to be right yet again, and she kicked her feet again in a victorious wiggle. ”Oh, fine then if you insist, darling.” she drawled, hopping down from her perch. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as he was the one who got to make the exit as opposed to her, so she settled on fixing Galina with a glare that didn’t quite match the crinkle of a smile at the corners of her eyes. ”See what you did?” She said before tossing her hair over her shoulder and exiting herself - but not before making sure to bump her own shoulder with Galina’s.