Ah. How sweet. What was once annoyance turned to amusement as the vampire peered out of the corner of her eye and confirmed what her ears (and nose - eugh, even she bathed herself in the water every once in a while) had told her. Little street urchin who thought the world had done him in for and had resorted to a barking defense instead. Though the 100+ year old vampire had no need of air, she let out a sigh anyways. Hardly a challenge, though the scuff of the kid's shoe nearly missed her head as she felt a puff of air accompanied with a cloud of dirt kick onto her person.

Well that was annoying. A crease of a scowl appeared on her face as she reached up a hand to brush away the dirt with a flick of her fingers. Insipid little rat. The little boy would hardly be of any snack to her though, she thought. Might as well go and have one of those blood bags that Ishmael had scrounged up. "I'm sure you think you do." she drawled, finally opening her eyes to fix the kid with a lazy stare.