"What a pity," Azazel responded, though there was none in her voice as she adjusted her position to sit up and stretch. The sun had gone all the way down so there was little need for her to quite literally lay low until the sun came back up. Brushing off the dirt that had accumulated onto her dress, she stood up and peered down at the child.

"At least you have food there," Was her only response, blinking down with a blank stare as he attempted his best version of sounding fierce. Pity, he'd probably end up in a ditch somewhere. The kid seemed to have some sort of gusto in him, so perhaps he'd have a fighting chance if he tried hard enough. "Some have to fight for their food rather than walk up to someone and grab it out of their hands." Of course, she wasn't talking about herself - there was hardly any fight in her food at all nowadays.

Speaking of which. The vampire sighed before sitting on a nearby bench. She was rather hungry, but she knew it'd be her skin if Ishmael found out she'd attacked a child, even if it was an annoying one. Her blood popsicles were in rather low supply so it was either sooner or later that she'd need to approach him to get some more. Bugger.