Azazel looked the young one up and down again. Frankly, she didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed; such a little sprouting with so much fire, yet in her eyes, the only thing he amounted to being was rather lackluster. Despite her conclusion, she deigned to keep her tongue on that opinion. She already made it perfectly clear he wasn't much of a threat to her own personal well being unless one counted having dirt kicked at them a capital offense.

"You told me you have as much right to be here as you do," she murmured, flexing her feet and stretching out again. "You tell me what you're doing here and I might just let you in on what I'm doing here." Ishmael should be proud she hadn't snapped his neck yet; the fresh young blood bubbling just beneath the surface of the skin was singing her name. Any closer and she just might have to give in and have a late-night snack.