More than one way to make a mark.

If he was trying to be funny it was working. Of course, she knew multiple ways to make a mark but Azazel knew cracking grin at a stupid joke would not bode well for this situation. Hey, it would break the tension though - at least for her. In lieu of a grin, she let out a sigh. If her hair had any life to it and was in front of her eyes she would have coyishly blown it away.

"Very well." she settled on, looking him up and down. The sentimentality of him! That's what she'd blame, seeing as his humor seemed to have vanished without a trace. Apparently Ishmael had been a vampire a little too long. There was no "all of us" in this equation from the way she saw it. Only us and them.

And yet...she wanted him. After all his infuriating behavior, she still craved his attention. Whether her desire for his presence relied upon the bond between sire and vampire, she didn't know; and frankly wasn't sure she wanted to know. "Perhaps one day I'll know."

As she watched him walk away from her, a thought crossed her mind. Did she want to know?