There was seldom a moment when Azazel would compare herself to Ishmael, however, if there were one where she would concede, it'd be this one. Her expression of surprise matched Ishmaels perfectly as she watched Galina slide easily in front of her to completely cover Ishmael.

What in fuck's name was going on? The little blonde goody two shoes defending Ishmael? Azazel could distinctly detect a warm humming originating somewhere from right between her eyes as her body stiffened and her back went ramrod straight. She zeroed in on the two of them, her expression slowly morphing from shock into extreme distaste. "Why are we so jumpy today, hmm?" She crooned, her voice smooth and velvety while her posture portraying the exact opposite. "It wasn't as if I was going to actually hurt him, Galina, really you must be going senile."

She snorted in derision but her posture did not relax even a millimeter. What perfect little allies, so sweet and innocent, they practically made her want to fucking vomit if she had any sort of gag reflex. And why did Ishmael like her of all things? He'd never shown her any sort of affection like that, not that she wanted any.

Was the blonde one in love with him? That would be rich, she was years older than him. Old enough to be —

Ah....